NSFW November: Kaya Christian, Miss November 1967

Kaya Christian, Miss November 1967, was previously a diving and backstroke champ, then a water ballerina, and finally was certified as a SCUBA instructor just before this issue of Playboy went to print. I guess what I’m saying is, she’s in to watersports.

Photographed by Bill Figge and Ed DeLong

You know what I’ve noticed? It seems like the more vintage the playmate, the more the chance you will find a few butt shots. I don’t just mean shots where there is a naked hind end in the picture, I mean ones where the whole composition is framed around it; where it is solely the focal point, like you don’t even see boobs or anything else, practically.

It just seems like if a playmate is from the mid-60’s to late 70’s, you are practically guaranteed at least one photograph of the model looking over her shoulder or in profile with her ass aimed at the camera. Playboy has really went the boob-focused route since the 80’s and 90’s, all the way to the early 2000’s, and it seems it has been done at the price of the derriere. Sometimes the back side can be the best side, guys. It is now retro to have just-buns-pics in nudie spreads. Write that down.

A California native who spent her childhood in Georgia, Kaya enjoyed painting and music (so far, so good), late nights/early mornings (still solid), and listed as her idea of a good meal “shellfish and milkshakes.” Screeeee. What the unholy fuck?! Get out of the car, Ms. Christian. You’re walking. That’s easily the grossest thing I’ve heard all week, and most of my countrymen cooked a bird carcass in the last two days (the nasty phrases and descriptions that get bandied about when the subject is poultry roasting truly revolt me).

One of her turn-offs was “draft-card burners.” Oh, my. Sounds like the little swimming, naked girl has her some political opinions, enough so to list that in Playboy. Why don’t you go hoark down a bucket of oysters and a strawberry shake, sister, and save the sanctimonious shit for a rag that ain’t built on skin? Nobody cares if you uphold traditional family values (not to mention that the issue of the appropriateness of a draft for the Vietnam War was never, ever, except in the cheapest of rhetoric, about patriotism and being a good or a bad person).

This is what I was trying to point out in the last post, when I talked about Donna Edmondson and what she went through after admitting to being a virgin. The whole socio-religious-politics and porn thing just don’t mix. They don’t have to. I just think that if you try, you’re missing the point. It’s Playboy, honey. It’s not a pageant.

This is an example of a legit super-clever cover. See how her hips and ass form the bunny’s head and the straps that snake around the open back make his ears? Very nicely done. Another Beth Hyatt/Pompeo Posar pairing.

Weirdly, they talk about her work as …laboring in the catacombish darkness of one of the West Coast’s largest photo-processing labs.

Thoughts on that? She talks about going to Catalina, so she’s in So-Cal. What’s down in the LA area in the way of Kodak-Eastman, etc? Because I could not at all place that reference.

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Lets Make A Scene Like The Movies In Our Dreams!

bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh.

i HATE today sooo much. its shit. can’t wait for it to end. can’t beleive I’m ILL! like, propper, sick up ill. and im soooo bored.

and as if it couldn’t get any worster, my laptops speakers have gone weirdo on me. its not fair. if i say it enough times maybe things will sort themselves out.

I had two nightmares last night, I think thats what I’m gonna blame all this shit on. the first was, i was mega huge ass saggy man boobs fat. it was horrible, i didnt even have a chin. bleh. nad the second was I was being chased through a field by a flying sheet that kept sing ”baa baa fat kid, I will eats you  now!”

So I didnt exactly sleep very well. :’(

cant wait to get my new ipod tomorrow! ahhhh im actually gonna be devestated if it doesnt come!!! please come please come please come!

wow, just got a notification that I have an email from homebase notifying me that they are currently have a sale. BLEH to that maties, I’m sick.

I plan on having a three post day today, so watch this space. or dont, im sure you actually have a life! Xx

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Throw the Beer in the Lake Random Tuesday Thoughts

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We went puttering around the mall on Sunday and came across a dude in a red suit.  So we thought we would see if Monkey wanted to sit on the strange guys lap and take a picture.  Sounds normal right?  HAHA

Monk did GREAT on Santa’s lap.  This Santa was the sweetest man!! Monkey went right to him!  It was really neat.  He wasn’t really dressed for the occasion but I did wipe the pizza off of his face before the picture, so that’s something at least, right? haha

Here is the picture.  I did edit the contrast and saturation a little bit.  You know me, I can’t help myself.  Besides, now it’s gobs better.  Trust me J

I was really surprised that he didn’t cry or anything.  He went right to him.

I am still debating on whether or not I want to tell Monkey there is a Santa.  I have this whole weird issue thing in my head with lying to my kid, even if “all the cool moms are doing it”.  I just want him to like the idea but not think that if he is “naughty” then the dude will show up with coal.  Ya know?

Thoughts?

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I am making a Turducken for Thanksgiving.  Anyone ever had one?

I am changing it up a bit and leaving out the duck.  And the chicken.  *grin*

What? *blink*

That was funny.  *pbbbbt*

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I think I know why people always say I have slapstick humor. Its because they want to slap me with a stick when I am trying to be funny. *shrug*

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Another case of Hubby sleep-talking this week.  It always provides a giggle.  This one is sure to please…

Hubby (eyes still closed): “Throw it in the lake!”

Me (as usual, taken off guard): “Throw what in the lake?”

Hubby: “The beer!”

Me (stifling a giggle): “The beer?”

Hubby: “Yes.”

Me: “Umm… why would I throw beer in a lake?”

Hubby (clearly frustrated): “UH! Becaaaause it failed the breathalyzer!!”

Me (confused): “Wait… who failed the breathalyzer??”

Hubby (suddenly confused and calm): “umm… I dunno, I think the beer did”

Me (pushing for fun, heh): “Why did the beer take a breathalyzer?”

Hubby: “…………”

And he was out.  Lol

Good times.

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Military helicopters in groups of six have flown over my house four times since I wrote this.  Why does this give me the heebies?

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My dear friend Amanda entrusted me with her Grandmothers Spaghetti recipe.  We had it last night (Sunday night since I again wrote this blog a day ahead) and it was DELICIOUS!  But I really wish she had warned me about the effect it would have on all of us.  It sounded like there were 2 motorboats in my bed last night.  And there was another one in Monkey’s bed too.  I know because I kept hearing it on the monitor.

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Speaking of my ass (yet again) it’s healing really well.  You know what happens when you start to heal?  You start o itch.  Like crazy!! I just wanna stick both my hands in my pants and scratch my butt like crazy!!  But that would look funny and mostly likely elicit stares not to mention it would be the 2nd worst thing I have done this week.  The first of course was luring that spider into my pants with my super inviting, sexy fanny.  Hows that for TMI?  Wait, this isn’t TMI Thursday you say?  *grin*

What is random about your day?

 

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NSFW November: Claudia Jennings, Miss November 1969

The lovely and talented Claudia Jennings was Playboy’s Miss November 1969, and Playmate of the Year in 1970. Her birth name was Mary Eileen Chesterton. If it was me, I’d've changed my name too — but I would have just switched my first name to Chesty. Can you dig it? “Hi, I’m Chesty. Chesty Chesterton.” That is a name you can take straight to the mother effing bank!

Photographed by Pompeo Posar
Her father was a sales manager and her mother was a college professor. She was raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and later moved to Evanston, Illinois, where she graduated from high school in 1968. Later that year, she joined the Hull House theater company in Chicago and got a job as a receptionist at the offices of Playboy magazine (the wiki).

Claudia feels it’s necessary for her, at this point in her career, to move to one coast or the other, for the Windy City’s theatrical opportunities are limited. “Every actress has her particular skills and drawbacks,” says Claudia. “It’s a show-business axiom that if you really want to overcome your limitations, you go to New York, but if you’re satisfied with your skills, then you’re ready for Hollywood. The reasoning is that with a stage play, you get to work with the same material over a longer period of time than you do with a film, so you have more of a chance to improve.” (“Acting Playmate,” Playboy, November 1969.)

Five years later she was unemployed, single, and depressed; ten years later, she was dead. If you ask me, she chose the wrong coast. I think her sadly short life took a left turn at Albuquerque when she left Chicago and went to that shithole Los Angeles. In Hollywood, she appeared on an episode of The Brady Bunch in 1973 and lived with songwriter Bobby Hart (actual birth name Robert Luke Harshman; do you suppose they called each other by their real names when they were at home, or went with the show biz handles? oh, I fervently hope he called her Chesty…) from 1970-1975. He was the less handsome half of the almost-kinda-famous songwriting duo Boyce and Hart.

I assume the boyfriend got her the part on The Brady Bunch because the Monkees and the Brady Bunch appeared in each other’s shit a lot and Boyce and Hart wrote (and sometimes performed) most of the tunes for the Monkees — please tell me it is not news to you that the Monkees were a sham act developed to be a sort of made-for-tv-Beatles — including “Last Train to Clarksville” and the show’s theme (“Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees,” etc). They also penned such hits as “I’m Not Your Stepping Stone” and “Come a Little Bit Closer.” Hart broke up with her in ‘75 and, living alone in much smaller quarters than she had been accustomed to, she got super-depressed, turned to a party crowd, and started regularly doing heroin and coke.

On the career side, throughout the 70’s, Claudia appeared in films, mainly just drive-in horror movie flicks. The wiki claimed they called her Queen of the B’s but I’m a huge B-movie guy and I have never heard this. I mean, I recognized her, but I didn’t think of her particularly as the queen. And the wiki has it somewhat wrong: I wouldn’t really call them B movies, because I associate that with an earlier genre of film, a la Ed Wood.

The types of 1970’s movies that Claudia was in are more like cult classics, thinly veiled excuses for weirdo softcore porn. Think of it as early skinemax, or very lite spatterporn. Personal favorites are Unholy Rollers about the motherfucking all-girl ROLLER DERBY (sorry, I get excited, cause, you know … sk8 or die), Deathsport, which takes place in the year 3000, and Gator Bait, which I believe needs no explanation.

In ‘79, she auditioned to replace Kate Jackson on Charlie’s Angels but good old Aaron Spelling and company were not fans of her Playboy credit and gave the job to Shelley Hack instead. (Hack’s turn as Tiffany Welles almost sank the show and she was fired in 1980 anyways, so whatever.)

On October 3, 1979, almost a decade to the day after her Playboy pictorial hit the newsstands, Claudia was driving to the home of her on-again, off-again boyfriend Stan Herman in Malibu to pick up her shit cause they had broken up again when her Volkswagen Beetle was hit by a van and she was killed. She was thirty years old.

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I am alive, but... TMI Thursday

***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!

Anyone wonder where I have been this week?  (Thank you to those who sent emails and tweets and text messages, I will get back to you soon, I promise) Feel free to read ahead if you want the gory details.

Last Thursday I was sitting at my computer *shocker* and I felt myself get bit.  ON.MY.ASS.

So I jump up and rip my clothes off (and I was fast too!) and start swatting at my butt to get the spider or what I assumed was a spider away from me.

I wasn’t able to find the perpetrator, so I went to the bathroom to inspect my ass the wound.  There wasn’t anything that I could see and it didn’t really hurt anymore.  Just a little left over sting.  So I didn’t think too much else about it and went back to my internet addiction computer.

Friday I woke up and there was a sore.  It hurt, but not real bad, so I treated it with some peroxide and went about my day.

It progressively got worse to the point where I couldn’t sit and because it was so close to my tailbone and the nerves that surround your tailbone, even standing was painful.

Monday morning I went to the Urgent Care and they said that it was pretty bad and that they had to clean it out.  *GAG*

After 3 shots in my butt and a LOT of cursing, they got me all cleaned up and said that the spider bite had turned into a Staph Infection.  And the doctor did point out that there could have been no spider.  But DUDE, there was so a spider.  So, that’s my story.

He also said that I was lucky because it was REALLY bad and that if I had waited any longer it would have gone into my blood and apparently a Staph Infection can be fatal if left untreated.

Super.

So I go home and a few hours later, what fun should happen?  Oh… I suddenly had a fever.  A 103.3 fever!

Long story short (too late) I end up at the ER with WORTHLESS dr’s and sent home with MORE antibiotics.  I am on enough that I shouldn’t be able to catch anything for a least a year.  Hopefully I should be better soon.

Not the most exciting blog, sorry.  But now you know what happened.

It was a pain in my ass.  Bada bum!

(older) Dear Kitteh:

These are old, so I’ll combine them as one.  I’ll try to do them daily, but we all know how I am!!

10/24/09 Note to self: Kitteh does not like when I rap in his face.

11/05/09 Dear Kitteh: Please keep your fucking foots outta my drink, K?

11/12/09 Ass Cuddles: Ur doin it right

11/12/09 Dear Kitteh: Thank you for the shiny new quarter in the shower

 

 

 

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Janesville, Wisconsin Student Shocks Class by Tearing Page From Bible. Makes a good point, but he's also an ass.

This subject comes up time and time again: Respect for other people’s feelings/beliefs/thoughts and the golden rule of treating others as you would like to be treated.

But it’s total BS.

No one’s opinions, not even mine, should be respected or held above reproach without any evidence or proof. Hell, even with proof there should some questions every so often about whether the evidence was really right or if we made a mistake.

Saying that I should respect your religion is like saying I should respect your opinion that getting the flu vaccine is more dangerous than not getting it. It’s just factually not true, no matter how many anecdotes there are, the data doesn’t lie. My opinion that everyone should be vaccinated should be respected because I can prove I’m right.

That doesn’t mean no one should question me, and I wouldn’t get angry if someone did. I encourage it, in fact, because it only makes me feel more strongly. If someone can prove me wrong, I’d welcome it since it’s worse to be wrong and feel right than to change your mind in the right direction.

Religious people can’t prove anything, so there’s no respect to be had. The fact that they lie to their kids time and time again only serves to make me disrespect them more. I applaud the boy in Janesville, Wisconsin who tore pages out of the bible for showing that he won’t be intimidated by religious beliefs. I hate him though because he sounds like such an ass by saying “you’re stupid little minds”. There’s no need to do that, the message was already clear in his assignment without it. What a douche bag.

I would have ripped a page out of a book about santa claus and said “It’s my book, so what do I care? Santa’s not real, so why shouldn’t I tear the page out?” then do the same thing with the bible, though much much more politely.

Don’t be an ass about it. Leave that to the christian girl who left the school in response to him

Traffic.

I had 5 visitors to my site today. Fucking heartbreaking, isn’t it?

This got me to thinking about how I can actively seek ways to promote my blog and get myself a few more readers, and a few that return on a regular basis. I could start with having something to say instead of rambling, but those posts are in me and they’ll start appearing over time. I guess since I had a re-hash of things there isn’t as much content for people to stumble across and read, so perhaps this is just a little teething problem – although my previous blog (Damn it, I did say I wouldn’t mention it again) wasn’t exactly the most prolific. It averaged around 25-40 views a day.

So I started thinking about a way to change this. I could pester my friends, but I’ve already tried that and another idea I had been to start using post titles that really stand out. The silliest idea I’ve conjured is one that I’ll be attempting with this post – tagging it with as many sexual tags as I kind think of. Okay, this won’t bring me any readers, but I am curious to see whether or not it will bring results.

So I’m going to throw this open to the floor, is there anyone out there who could give me a few pointers on how to create a site that get more viewers? A few pointers would be much appreciated.

Now lets see how that pervert tag experiment works…