If you need good old fashioned hard copy pornography you might consider coming by this place on Truman Avenue.
I stop by here for the stories (not the pictures...).
It's a weird shaped book store as befits Key West's peculiar architecture. There is a long alleyway and little booths off to the side, each booth labeled with general subject matter contained therein.
Any used bookstore that has a decent proportion of the famous orange spines of Penguin editions can't be all bad in my prejudiced opinion.
Er, I took this picture to illustrate the broadness of my photography, not my mind (on top of all my other mental issues I am not hoping for better in any unlikely next life). I know I'm a philistine but I can't help it. Just be reassured if you come to Key West and want to get up to speed on the afterlife there is a section devoted to it in the booth behind the nudie magazines.
I am a boring old fart because I spend time in the classics section and perusing sailing books. Horror you can keep along with the bodice rippers as well. Blame the dog for the crappy quality of the next picture. Perhaps I should have checked out the pet section.
Silly me, I did!
When I arrived the guy at the front saw me tying Cheyenne's leash to a lamp post and suggested I take her in with me if I "wasn't going to be too long." Which sort of instruction induces anxiety in me as I don't want to presume on my welcome. I am a pedant, a philistine and a bourgeois mouse afraid of breaking the rules. Oh well. I've also got a dog that tugs at the leash at the wrong moment. Books bore Cheyenne apparently. Witness the fuzzy picture of more stacks:
For those of strong will who can pass by pictures of women with large naked breasts and men with six packs to beat the band, they can come in here and work off their frustrations. A used book store and gym. Who would've thunk? 
Love among the book stacks. Dream on romance readers; Mr Right looks like me and fluffs the blankets. Life can be a series of disappointments which makes it lucky we have books.
"Dead End" That's my kind of romance novel title. Have I mentioned before that my acute sense of irony is viewed by some narrow minded people as sarcasm? 
They even have a foreign language section. Russian and German is huge, Spanish is large and Italian is tiny. "Whoever doesn't read this book is an imbecille." Bite me.
They were having a sale on comic books. Need I point out this is not my cup of tea? I told you I was a bore.
If it ain't Tintin I don't care. They sell normal magazines by the rack load too. I'm sorry to say my illiterate dog likes books with pictures. Her former owners have much to answer for.
It's just endless isn't it? I came in to buy a copy of To Have And To Have Not by some dude who used to live in town, I'm told. The clerk said they were sold out. Bummer. It seems the book is a community reading project and everyone in town is supposed to read it for discussion later. What a coincidence.
Strain your eyeballs riepe, those are the titty magazines in the background. You can give me a tour when you visit.
If you want the real thing you set across the street and pay a wage slave from Lithuania to tell you you are hung like a donkey and you make her every bleached root twangle. Someone with my acute sense of the ridiculous finds these places absurd. Like I said, I'm a bourgeois nerd. 
I got out of Bargain Books for the loss of $7 plus tax (the nerve to tax me!). Kidnapped is a classic of course, and I haven't read it in ages. Cry Viva is a story of a gringo lost in the Mexican Revolution of 1910, a book I've never heard of. If I'm lucky it will be Graham Greeneland, if I'm unlucky it will be a waste of $4 plus tax (the nerve!). My wife found me a copy of the Hemingway book at the College library. Weirdly enough I am enjoying it, the first of his books I remember liking. Review to follow.
Strain your eyeballs riepe, those are the titty magazines in the background. You can give me a tour when you visit.
If you want the real thing you set across the street and pay a wage slave from Lithuania to tell you you are hung like a donkey and you make her every bleached root twangle. Someone with my acute sense of the ridiculous finds these places absurd. Like I said, I'm a bourgeois nerd. 
I got out of Bargain Books for the loss of $7 plus tax (the nerve to tax me!). Kidnapped is a classic of course, and I haven't read it in ages. Cry Viva is a story of a gringo lost in the Mexican Revolution of 1910, a book I've never heard of. If I'm lucky it will be Graham Greeneland, if I'm unlucky it will be a waste of $4 plus tax (the nerve!). My wife found me a copy of the Hemingway book at the College library. Weirdly enough I am enjoying it, the first of his books I remember liking. Review to follow.
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As Tintin's captain friend would say, "Blistering Barnacles! I don't think I want any used boobie magazines!"
Interestingly enough, the Russian section is huge and your mention of the Lithuanian wage slave. The last time I "partied" on Duval (several years ago) I noticed the trend of eastern European youth working at many of the establishments.
Upon returning home, I read an article about one of the high dollar resorts on Sanibel doing such a practice, and it being akin to what goes on with migrate field workers exploitation.
Vote your dollars else where, please.
Dear Mr. Conchscooter:
There are four types of stores that I can get utterly lost in: a) an old fashioned hardware store (not a douchebag place like Home Despot); b) a serious model train store; c) a real outfitter's shop that sells top of the line guns and fishing gear; and d) a bookstore.
I am a sucker for a well-designed cover on paperback books. I was 12-years old when I saw a copy of The Worm Ouroboros by E.R. Eddison in 1967. It took me three years to read it. And I have now read it 20 times. (I see myself as Brandoch Daha.) You can only find it is used bookstores now. I highly recommend it.
I am still looking for a used copy of Tiffany Thayer's Three Musketeers, also to be found only in used bookstores. And Penguin classics are the best.
I am not a big fan of "titty magazines." I much prefer the real thing in a topless bar. And I was married to a drop-dead gorgeous Russian blonde for 7 years, who used to tell me, "You are the big, strong man. Nowhere in the Soviet Union is there a man like you. Take me upstairs amd make me gladly do things that would embarrass a farm animal."
I do have a collection of magazines that could be construed as "tutty" books, though there are only two in that group. The first is the July 1976 copy of Playboy. It is the only Playboy edition that I know of where the centerfold is a modest 34 "B," and the most beautiful woman they ever featured. I never forgot her, and bought this copy 20 years after it first went to print. The same edition has a super racy pictorial of Sarah Miles posing with Kris Kristoferson, which led to that actor's divorce. It also has a pictorial with that great actor of stage and screen Zero Mostel!
Of course, this edition is from that peak period when Playboy routinely ran stories from the biggests authors in contemporary American literature.
The second magazine is a far more contemporary issue of "Esquire," April 2004. The cover depicts a naked Rachel Weisz, draped in a snake, which by the way, was the best outfit ever worn by Selma Hayek in the cult classic, "From Dusk Until Dawn."
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCC1fT6-hqI). Esquire was and remains a very edgy literary magazine.
I do love "titty bars," but I'm just as happy to divide my time on an idle afternoon in a rundown fish joint (that serves rum) with a view of the water. This was a great blog today as it had me scrambling around the office for a few of my favorite things.
Not the response you were expecting, I suspect.
Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads
Some locals grumble that the novelty car sticker "CR" in a white oval stands not for Conch Republic, but Czech Republic.
Youth that come to work from abroad is a good thing, in fact it gives them a view of diversity. I don't like the idea of wage slaves.
Most of the Czech youth were very polite and quick, good for the service industry. Take note perhaps?
I didn't mean that Mr. CS should take note, that the service industry employees should take note.
We noticed the same influx of eastern European yout in KW (sp intentional)- but we speculated that the businesses were owned by Russians and other EE companies (not that that means they aren't paying slave wages for their laborers...)
Lovely to see that little bookstore! It's funny because we troll all the used bookstores here (and in KW when we are there) and that is the only one I have ever seen that also offers skin mags.
Riepe: the pics in the Playboy of Sarah Miles and Kris Kristofferson were from the movie they made together "The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea" Did you see it? It was quite good but they had a VERY steamy love scene. If it wasn't the real deal... Actors have to work so hard-- lol
~The Stalker
Wow, here I am peddling smut and everybody gets all intellectual on me.
Danette:
I never saw the movie, but I went throught the pictorial again yesterday afternoon. Sarah Miles was absolutely gorgeous. I remember the movie and the article caused some stink with the woman Kristoferson was married to at the time.
I am going to rent the movie on your say so.
Fondest regards,
Riepe
"Boobies!" - there, how is that for enjoying smut?
Riepe: Enjoy!
Conch: You call this smut? I mean even by the standards of a woman who was raised by conservative evangelicals this isn't a very smutty blog entry. Try again another day! :)
Nudie titties. Is that good enough?
I'd like to take pictures of the sad women at Teasers but cameras aren't allowed. I went there once and Anonymous paid a buck to see a breast. I found it entirely unstimulating. Now, show me a hot yellow Labrador minx and I'm all over her.
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