It seems hard to believe, especially here in our jetpackless 21st century, but once upon a time America's dreams for the stars were wet and we collectively yearned to go down on the final frontier with the earnest vigor of a horny adolescent. It was in this enviornment that glimpses of 'All Tomorrows Parties' were being previewed through a thriving erotic science fiction paperback market. I'm not sure of the 'hows' and 'whys' of it, but my guess is that there must've been this Baby-Boomer Atomic Age Space Race fueled optimism mixed with the waking libido of the Age of Aquarius. The result was visions of intergalactic free love, where swinging Mod astronauts learned the secrets of zero gravity tantra from green skinned space amazons.
It was as if the future was winking at us coyly from the depths of the waiting stars.



It was as if the future was winking at us coyly from the depths of the waiting stars.



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on 2007-05-16 08:21 pm (UTC)These covers are great.
As a kid, I kept a diary -- the only things I put it in it though were bits about girls I had crushes on and bits of the kind of sci-fi erotica a 13-year-old would write. The only one I remember featured a hovercar, a hooker and a handjob.
~rl
RE:Hovercar, a hooker and a hand job
on 2007-05-16 08:26 pm (UTC)You know for some reason I knew you'd dig these covers ( I almost posted the last one on your myspace comments).
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