Myselfixion Day

The platform (xstumbl) for one of my favorite blogs, myselfixion, has been "under maintenance" for over two weeks now.  I hope it comes back on line soon, because if it doesn't, it will be the third time this excellent and eclectic blog will have had the digital rug pulled out from under it, the previous two being the notorious tumblr and the lesser known newtumbl.  Here's hoping for a quick return, and if any of you have information on myselfixion's plans, please let me know.  Meanwhile, I am post eleven photos today that I stole off the various iterations.  We start with four swimmers and a dog.

 

Grand Forks

This handsome man was in a brass band in Grand Forks, North Dakota.

 

Washing up

These soldiers appear to be washing up.

The water doesn't seem deep enough for swimming.

 

Star

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How old?

The complete lack of tattoos makes me think this one has a chance to be vintage.

 

Proud

The writing says, "Proud? Of what! N. Bass 9/18/15"

 

Swim party

I don't know why we have a fully clothed man at left, 

but as I've said before, "There's always that one guy."

 

Topsy Turvy

This topsy turvy item is from the New Tumblr days.

 

Ordinary, average guys

This is another myselfixion G-rated photo that I like a lot.

There's something to be said for ordinary average guys having a good time.

 

Wyngate and Bevins?

This one makes me think of Wyngate and Bevins, but I have nothing but a hunch to back that up.

 

Portable Shower

My last photo stolen from myselfixion is a portable shower unit, probably WWII German.

Here's hoping that xstumbl.com comes back on line soon, but if anyone becomes aware of this site moving to yet anothger platform, please let me know so I can spread the word.

 

Random Nudists

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Walker

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Windy

Here's anothe blond, and this one's hair looks wind blown.

 

Blond

Here we have a blond cyclist, but I'm sure most of you are not looking at the bike.

 

Seen before

You may have seen this fellow before because he posed 

for more than one nudist resort photo shoot.

 

Derriere

We only have one derriere view today, but at least it's a fine one.

 

Fountain

This young man at a water fountain is wearing tags

that signify something in nudist camp activities.

His name, Ken, is on his shoulder.

 

Dune Buggy

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Boat?

I think our final nudist is standing in shallow water next to a small boat.

 

Men's Magazines from the post-war era

Weasels Ripped My Flesh!

I watched myself being eaten alive.  

Flophouses, Floozies, and Forgetfulness.  

Men's Magazines in the 1950s

In the postwar era in the USA, a dozen or more "men's" magazines proliferated through the country.  They featured lots of sex and violence, usually in the form of lurid "true" stories.  They also featured lots and lots of half naked hypermasculine men on their covers in a variety of settings.  I'm sure that more than a few gays enjoyed them along with all the hetero guys looking for tips on how to pick up floozies and jilt no longer wanted fiances.  So get ready for a big dose of testosterone as I give you a tour of the genre today. Oh, and we'll get to those weasels at the end of the set.

 

Seafood Buffet

You've heard of all you can eat seafood, but this cover is more like "seafood that can eat you all."

And speaking of getting eaten, someone wrote a story about watching Munoz get eaten.

 

Quicksand or honey?

Our cover man is supposed to be trapped in quicksand, but it looks to me like he's being 

dipped in honey.  Meanwhile, someone is going to tell  us why they went nudist, and we 

will be educated about flophouses, floozies, and forgetfulness.  Given what typically 

happens with flophouses and floozies, the forgetfulness was probably the best part.

 

American Manhood

So American Manhood went heavy on the phallic symbolism and gave their readers a half naked GI shooting off a large bazooka.  Okaaay.  At least they told the truth about venereal disease.

 

Stag

Stag's cover cowboy looks like he looked into the saloon and saw his boyfriend Smoky Joe 

smooching with his best pal Traildust Ted.  Don't worry, though, Dolly has a love slave 

in the attic who just might be available for such an occasion.

 

For Men Only

Kill and run nude, how your boss spies on you, and our latest imported sex racket all seem like interesting topics.  I suppose the guy in red caught his boss spying on him and pushed him out the window, but why do I get the feeling that they ditched the female and ran off together?

 

A Bit Extreme

"Shoot your load --- and die"

Seems a bit extreme, don't you think?

At least he escaped the blonde booby trap.

 

Fury

The cover image should have been for a story captioned "Roscoe was not about to let his only chance to get laid in over a year drown."  I do give "I Watched Myself Being Eaten Alive" credit  for being interesting, but it doesn't really fit the picture . . . if it was even meant to.

 

Man to Man

This one's cover teasers raise a number of questions.  Did the bulldozer jockey get raped in the Congo black wave of terror?  Which came first, the alcoholism or the nymphomania?  And finally, was the woman pirate the only queen on that ship?  Somehow, I doubt she was.  The guy in the hat looks like he has some definite designs on the prisoner he's holding on to for dear life.

 

Crabs

I think they should call this "The Night Things Went Terribly Wrong at Joe's Crab Shack."

If those piranas didn't put you off seafood for a while, this might.

 

Innocent looking

This one looks quite innocent, but my dirty mind finds some inuendo there.

 

What they really want

I think we know what these two really want, and perhaps they got it once they learned how 

to jilt a woman . . . assuming either of them was ever interested in having one.

 

1001 Nights

After shooting the outlaw, perhaps the cowboy will go

 looking for his own 1001 Nights of Ruffian Dick.

 

Weasels and Zappa

And finally, as promised, we have the cover of Man's Life that inspired Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention's post-breakup album, Weasels Ripped My Flesh.  In case you're wondering, this was a real magazine and not the product of Mr. Zappa's fervid imagination.  The album cover is below: