Blog Posts about Natasha Gregson Wagner

1969 stands as the year that pop culture evolved from the mass grooviness of Woodstock and the far-out giant leap of the moon landing to the horror of the Manson Family murders and the Hells Angels stomping out flower power at Altamont.

It was also the year that Hollywood erupted with new creative freedom, emboldened by expanding societal mores and the new MPAA rating system.

Filmmakers could now dip into the palette of patently adult material, including coarse language, unflinching violence, and, most importantly, sex and nudity.

Let’s trip on back to 1969 and dig nine classic nude scenes from that headiest of daze gone by.

1. EASY RIDER
Toni Basil
(1:26)
Toni strips full-frontally nude in a New Orleans cemetery while tripping on LSD.

Easy Rider is indisputably one of the hippie era’s ultimate artistic statements. Toni Basil’s “Hey Mickey!” video is one of the most indelible media images of the 1980s. How interesting that one cultural touchstone unwittingly begat another. On acid. Naked.

Mr. Skin’s DVD Pick of the Week

The Shield: The Complete Series
STUDIO: Sony
NUDE: Paula Garcés (body double—breasts, butt), Michele Hicks (breasts), Aisha Hinds (breasts, butt), Natalie Amenula (butt), Donielle Artese (butt), Rina Fernandez (breasts, butt), Jenya Lano (breasts, butt), Marguerite MacIntyre (breasts), Nicki Micheaux (breasts, butt), Ellis Perry (butt), Susan Santiago (breasts, butt), Tamlyn Tomita (breasts, butt), Gina Torres (butt)
Bad cops make good TV. That’s certainly the case in the excellent F/X series The Shield. It stars Michael Chiklis, who has come a long way from playing John Belushi in Wired (1989) and portraying a cop on the hit TV drama The Commish. He plays the crooked detective who leads a team of criminal peace officers who are more interested in getting a piece of the pie, whether that’s money or honey. And they get a lot of both. Thanks to the series being produced on a cable network, there’s also ample nudity, though it’s usually hard to see with the fast edits. Still, the mean streets of Los Angeles are filled with heavenly angels who can’t wait to spread their wings for the bad boys of the LAPD.

Wherever men of ideas and action gather to exchange theories and compare experiences, the talk invariably comes around to praising those few accomplished gentlemen among us who have wallowed in the physical delights of a mother and her daughter. The notion of gaining access to the most intimate, moistest recesses of two women, one of whom has squirmed from the womb of the other, is too much for a meek-willed male to contemplate without swooning. It's a hale and brave fellow who embraces the reality of copulating with two successive generations of directly descending females.

By Tivoli Foxx

PART ONE: MY LIFE IN SEARCH OF RACK-LACKING ROLE MODELS

Throughout my 'tween years in the '70s, I was force-fed the song stylings of Mr. Joe Walsh in the backseat of my big brother's Camaro. Actually, it was one song in particular: "I Like Big Tits," which was cleverly labeled on the album You Bought It: You Name It as "I.L.B.T.S" to stump censors. "I.L.B.T.S", in fact, became the mantra of my bro's maligned gang of burly burnouts and randy rockers. Barely budding of boobage myself, I longed for the day when groovy, smoke-soaked studs would make cracks about my own stupendous love-stacks.

My immensely endowed older sister, alas, provided no help. As a matter of fact, she rendered me the braless butt of jokes by giving me a t-shirt saying "Proud Member of the I.B.T.C." -- the Itty Bitty Titty Committee! I wore that garment like a scarlet letter well into adolescence, remaining completely casaba-barren and cat-call-free.