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Partial repost: A review of My Secret Garden, by Nancy Friday

Here’s a book I originally wrote for Epinions and later reposted on my original blog. I have to do some editing on this post, since it also included some time sensitive and now irrelevant information. Other than that, it’s “as/is”.

My Secret Garden by Nancy Friday, written August 20, 2003

Nice girls think about sex too.

I remember the first time I read Nancy Friday’s 1973 book My Secret Garden. I was seventeen years old and a senior in high school, still quite virginal, and full of questions about sex. As the youngest daughter of two quite conservative (but tired) parents, I suppose I could have talked to one of my three sisters about sexuality. But they are a lot older than I am and none of them were living close by. Besides, it’s not the kind of topic that comes up easily, no matter how brazen and brash a person you might be.

How does one bring up sexual fantasies in a casual conversation anyway? It’s the type of thing one talks about at a slumber party or in a game of truth or dare, maybe. I wasn’t the kind of teenager who went to parties. So it was lucky that I happened upon My Secret Garden at Waldenbooks one day. Swallowing my embarrassment, I picked it up and took it to the counter, trying very hard not to look at the cashier as she rung up my purchase. Then I rushed out of the store and went home to read it. A few weeks later, I misplaced the book, but I was so engrossed by it, that I went out and bought another copy. I still own that copy and I’ve supplemented it with many of Friday’s other books. I’d have to say that of the five I’ve read, I enjoy this one and Men in Love, Friday’s book about men’s sexual fantasies the most.

The foreword is written by someone who calls herself “J”, who is the author of Sensuous Woman (whatever that is). The style is of her prose is matter-of-fact, complete with the “F-word”, as she describes how sexually liberated women feel about the act of having sex in the 70s and their reaction to Friday’s book about women’s sexual fantasies. She writes:

I suspect that women generally will be fascinated by the revelations in this book, but not surprised. Nor will these readers have trouble in acknowledging that they too fantasize. Those women, however, who consider sexual intercourse unpleasant and/or unsatisfying will be revolted by the explicit and enthusiastically carnal sexual daydreams of the women in this book and will reject and deny their own fantasies both to the world and to themselves. And how will the male react? The first man I gave My Secret Garden to was so turned on by the book that he went on a lovemaking marathon. (xiii).

In my experience “J” was right. I was fascinated by this book, but I wasn’t surprised by what I read. However, I found Friday’s 1981 book Men in Love, which contains men’s sexual fantasies, a huge turn on. I suppose we humans all like to know what makes the opposite gender tick sexually. Reading My Secret Garden was kind of like attending a big confessional full of horny women where everyone shared their deepest fantasies of what fanned their flames.

Friday’s writing style is like a documentary, but she only writes at the beginning of each chapter. The rest of the writing is done by the many, many women who sent her letters, detailing the gamut of their sexual fantasies. This book is divided into seven chapters. Within the seven chapters are subchapters that address certain themes.

The afterword is entitled “In Defense of Nancy Friday”, by Martin Shepard, M.D., Psychiatrist. Since this book obviously covers a controversial subject that is disturbing to some conservative people, not to mention sub-topics that will most definitely upset more liberal folks, Nancy Friday probably did need to be defended back in 1973. She might even need it now, thirty years later, for including a subchapter on young boys (even if it is just fantasy, including this section probably concerned a few people).

Even though some of the topics were not my cup of tea, I did find it interesting to read about what turns other women on just from a purely psychological standpoint, which is the way Friday endeavors to tackle the subject. I have to admit, though, that some of the reading was pretty entertaining and quite sexy. Besides, if people were really disgusted by this book, it wouldn’t still be around after thirty years.

If you compared this book to say, Kink: The Shocking Hidden Sex Lives of Americans, by Susan Crain Bakos, a ridiculous read if I ever met one, you’d immediately notice that My Secret Garden is a far superior book. You will also notice, however, that this book is quite dated. The slang used is 70s slang. If you’re in your 30s or 40s or older, you’ll recognize 70s pop cultural references sprinkled within the letters. Some might say that makes this book a classic, and some might say that makes this book dated.

Friday has come out with 1992’s Women on Top, another book about sexual fantasies and 1975’s Forbidden Flowers, her sequel to My Secret Garden to partially address the dated quality of her books. I don’t think either is as good as My Secret Garden. Read this book if you’re curious about what makes women tick and you have an open mind. If you’re easily offended, you might want to skip this book and keep wondering

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Woman freaks out when confronted by a trans woman in a locker room…

The featured photo is of the Friedrichsbad, perhaps Germany’s most famous nude spa… where everyone is naked. They do have days when the genders divide by sides, as well as co-ed days, when people can go through the spa on either side. Bill and I went on a co-ed day, and had a blast. No one bothered us.

One of the things Bill and I have come to enjoy, since we’ve been living in Germany, is the availability of nude spas. I will admit that it took us a long time before we got brave enough to try them. We never tried them when we were here the first time, and it took us almost three years to go naked once we moved back here. Once we finally did the deed, there was no turning back. Now, being nude at a spa is just not a big deal anymore. Not all spas in Germany are nude, but quite a number of them do have nude areas. Saunas and steam rooms all require patrons to be nude, and there are a lot of wonderful spa facilities here where bathing suits aren’t allowed at all.

I guess, in this way, Bill and I have kind of gone “native”. I don’t think we’d mind a nude beach. I know I wouldn’t. I don’t worry about perverts. Here, I’ve seen many people– especially men– urinating in public, although it’s technically illegal. But get caught in a Stau on the Autobahn, and if it’s bad enough, you can count on seeing someone pissing on the side of the road. They just don’t care. I’ve seen a lot of public urination at rest stops, too, whether or not facilities are available. Many of the rest stops over here require payment. Some people don’t want to pay, so they don’t.

I’ve also seen women openly breastfeeding. I’ve seen children change clothes or simply undress in the open air at Freibads. I’ve even seen kids in the nude spa areas, which personally I don’t agree with, because people go to spas to relax. Almost nobody cares. Maybe my ex landlady would. I don’t know. I would think she’d be smart enough not to go to a spa where there might be nudity if it bothered her.

To date, I’ve been to eight different spas in Germany, most of which had optional nude areas in them. Three of the spas were completely nude, meaning no bathing suits were allowed there at all. People carry towels and robes for sitting on things. Most of the dressing rooms at the spas are also unisex. They do have cubicles that allow people to change in private, but the lockers are all in one big room accommodating everyone. And in the nude spas, once you go to where the pools are, everyone’s nude, except for the people who are working there. And nobody cares.

There are people of all shapes, sizes, ages, genders, and persuasions running around at German spas. You are liable to see people sucking face in the pools. They’re mostly young people– teens or young adults– who can’t keep their hands off of each other. But I promise, the spas are mainly for health and relaxation purposes. It’s not a place where perverts hang out. If they are there, they’re below the radar.

Americans, as a whole, are very prudish about nudity. They aren’t the only ones. Brits are pretty shy about baring all, as are Swedes… or, at least the spa we went to in Sweden was very much bathing attire required. But here in Germany, I’ve seen signs with bathing suits and red lines crossed through them… and I’ve also seen signs that say “proper bathing attire required.”

Today, I read an article in the Washington Post about a customer at the Wi Spa, a facility in Koreatown in Los Angeles, who was “traumatized” when a trans woman changed in the women’s dressing room. The trans woman evidently still had male equipment, and the sight of it really upset another customer and her daughter. She confronted the spa staff about the intrusion. The spa manager asked the client if the trans woman had done anything specifically inappropriate. The client responded that the person’s genitalia was displayed, and that was “traumatizing”. This, in a spa where the “lack of modesty” is disclosed ahead of time. I wonder what the hell the upset client was doing checking out other people’s junk, anyway?

For some reason, many Americans seem to equate nudity with perversion. There’s this pervasive fear that child molesters and creeps are lurking at spas, just waiting to rape someone. Those who subscribe to this fear especially seem to believe that perverts are wanting to pose as transgender people so they can prey on women and girls.

I can’t pretend to be an expert on transgender people or sex offenders. But from what I do know, trans people aren’t necessarily sexual deviants, just as cisgender people are not necessarily sexual deviants. And I don’t think that hanging out in bathrooms or spas and pretending to be transgender is a reasonable MO for a person who is sexually deviant. I really don’t think a trans person in the locker room is the issue, anyway. I think it’s the attitude among many Americans that there’s no such thing as transgender people.

In any case, I haven’t seen or heard of a lot of people being victimized at German spas, where modesty is not the word of the day. I just don’t think transgender people are out there attacking people. They simply want to change clothes or do their business in rooms where they feel safest. I don’t believe most men are rapists. I think even fewer people of the transgender persuasion are sexually deviant. And I cringe when I read the many frightened and angry comments by ignorant people who seem to think that people who are different than they are are somehow dangerous.

Sadly, the incident in Los Angeles led to a protest, which eventually turned violent. Transphobic people brought guns to the protest and brandished them at counterprotestors. Another person was hit on the head with a lead pipe at the protest. Personally, I’m a hell of a lot more frightened of all the American idiots with weapons than I am of a trans woman in the ladies room. I think they are a much bigger threat to my safety than people who identify as a non-binary or transgender.

The woman who caused this ruckus made an Instagram video and said she wouldn’t be at the protest, because she’d heard Antifa would be there and she worried about her safety. Um… Antifa isn’t a group. It’s a movement. It’s an idea. This lady is grossly misinformed.

Thanks to my friend, Julie, for sharing this.

It would be one thing if someone actually saw another person doing sexually inappropriate things at the spa. It’s quite another if someone is just minding their own business, changing their clothes or using the toilet. Every single one of us has sex parts. The presence of those parts aren’t what make someone a deviant. Germans have figured this out. Why can’t we figure it out in America, the land of the free and the home of the brave? Grow up. And stop looking at other people’s private parts. Frankly, I think the woman who complained is the pervert in this case.

I hope the German nude spas reopen again soon.

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Repost of the my review of The Big Butt Book by Dian Hanson…

Here is the last installment of my Dian Hanson book reviews.  She has other books besides the three I’ve reviewed, but I’ve determined that my heart and my stomach can’t take too much more nudity. This was originally written in April 2012 for Epinions.  Enjoy!

Mood music!

Yesterday, I reviewed experienced porn producer Dian Hanson’s book, The Big Book of Breasts 3-D.  In that review, I explained how I managed to find Hanson’s sexy book about breasts.  I was walking through Munich and spotted the non 3-D version in a store window, but didn’t feel like shelling out 40 euros, especially since I couldn’t know if the book would even be in English.  Well, I finally purchased the book in its 3-D version on Amazon.com.  And anyone who has ever bought anything on Amazon knows that suggestive selling is king there.  That’s how I came to purchase Dian Hanson’s 2010 follow-up, The Big Butt Book, along with The Big Book of Pussy.  I may need a couple of Xanax to get through the latter book, so today I will focus on The Big Butt Book.

Sorry to butt in…

Hanson’s breast book originally appeared in 2006.  I’m guessing it was a big success, because now I see that she has a whole line of big, heavy, colorful follow up books dedicated to the sexiest, most fetish-worthy parts of the human body.  The Big Butt Book is a glorious photographical ode to the human posterior.  Thumbing through this luscious volume of female derrieres, I can’t help but realize that I actually like this book better than The Big Book of Breasts, even though it’s not in 3-D.

Hanson presents this subject with the same sense of playful fun as she does her breast book.  However, there are a few differences to note in The Big Butt Book.  First off, there’s more written substance to this book; it’s not just a volume of pictures.  Like The Big Book of Breasts 3-D, this book includes commentary in English, German in French, presented in vertical columns.  Hanson’s writing is suprisingly scholarly and informative, as she explains why behinds are so beguiling for so many people in so many different cultures.

Aside from her own thoughts on butts, Hanson also presents a section on noted porn producer/director John Stagliano, as well as a chapter on Buffie the Body, a sexy black model with a most impressive @$$.  She includes an interview with Robert Crumb, the man who is notable for founding the underground comics movement.  This section is particularly interesting, since it includes some of Crumb’s butt-worthy comics.  There’s also a chapter about “Watermelon Woman” Andressa Soares, a young Brazilian model with a butt of very impressive proportions indeed, and commentary about Coco, another noted butt model.  Tinto Brass, an Italian filmmaker whose later work focuses primarily on the @$$, gets a chapter, as does Eve Howard, a writer with a penchant for spanking.

In living color… sometimes, anyway

Many of the photographs in The Big Book of Butts are presented in black and white, but there are also quite a few in color.  And while there are plenty of vintage models in this book, there are also quite a few younger models from the 80s, 90s, and 00s.  This variety of eras and styles may offer a more broad appeal to readers than the older models presented in the breast book.  While it’s fun to look at photos in 3-D, this book is eye catching and exciting enough not to need 3-D gimmicks, especially given that so many of the pictures are in color.

Mostly tasteful…

I think most of the photos in The Big Butt Book are tastefully done.  Yes, the photos are sexually provocative and revealing, but none appeared to be truly sleazy or vulgar to me.  In fact, many of the models appeared to be having a lot of fun with their photo shoots.  The photos also overwhelmingly focus on the butt, though there are a few that include naked boobs, too.

Sorry ladies… one reason to be bummed out about this book

One thing that is missing from this impressive photographical butt collection is the male perspective.  This book contains page after page of beautiful female butts, but no sexy male butts.  Seems to me a book called The Big Book of Butts ought to give equal time to the other gender for those of us who appreciate them.  Alas, this book is apparently just for straight, horny, men who love sexy women’s behinds.  What a bummer.

Overall

I think The Big Butt Book really kicks @$$!  It’s a fun volume celebrating beautiful behinds.  I would recommend it to anyone who appreciates bountiful butts, as long as they like butts of the feminine persuasion.

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Repost of my review of the Big Book of Pussy…

Obviously, this book review is going to be too much for some readers.  I originally reviewed Dian Hanson’s Big Book of Pussy on Epinions.com and I wanted to preserve the review before it gets lost forever.  I originally had it on my sex blog, but I’m in the process of dismantling that.  So here’s my reposted Epinions review from 2012, for better or worse…   Enjoy!

Pussy is a curious thing, All pink and covered with hair,
Looks like the mouth of a Methodist preacher, And stinks like the @$$ of a bear. 

Page 10 of The Big Book of P*ssy

Leave it to Amazon.com’s suggestive selling efforts to get me to purchase Dian Hanson’sBig Book of P*ssy (2011).  Not long ago, I decided I wanted to order Hanson’s book The Big Book of Breasts in 3-D.  Amazon.com, in all its salesmanship wisdom, presented me with the option to puchase two other Hanson titles, including The Big Butt Book and The Big Book of P*ssy.  I went for it, figuring I would probably enjoy the butt book and might learn something from the pvssy book.  So for the past few days, I’ve been reading and perusing a trifecta of photographical tributes to the female form.  Hanson also has two other books that I know of, one celebrating legs and the other celebrating penises… in 3-D, of course!

To be completely honest, of the three Hanson books I now own, I was the most nervous about looking at The Big Book of Pussy, even though I am a mature woman who happens to own one.  Frankly, until I forced myself to look at Hanson’s book, I didn’t find the vagina that mystical.  It was just a hairy part of my body that occasionally got stinky and sometimes gave me great pleasure.  However, I can’t deny that my “lady parts” give my husband great pleasure… I can see it in his eyes.  😉  So it makes sense that I might get better acquainted with my “muff”… and maybe even celebrate it.

The Big Book of P*ssy… a visual feast or a hell of a shock…

I opened the book and was immediately confronted with rows of women’s faces interspersed with pictures of labias.  Once I got past the initial shock of seeing those private parts, I looked closer and noticed that no two were alike, suggesting that just like snowflakes, women’s vaginas are highly individual.  Being a heterosexual woman, I have to admit that I had never considered such a concept, though it’s only natural.     

I continued reading and, once again, was drawn in by Hanson’s refreshingly frank commentary on vaginas.  She touches on art history, writing about how the vagina has been depicted in art across the ages.  From Paleolithic cave paintings in Europe to cave paintings in the Black Hills of South Dakota, the vagina has often been recreated and admired by artists.  Hanson even describes The Cave of Vulvas, found within the Tito Bustillo cave in Spanish Asturias.  I can only imagine the travel review I could write about that place!

Aside from art, the vagina has also been celebrated in other ways.  For example, Hanson found a well-produced German Web site selling a line of scents called Vulva.  It comes in several different varieties.  And yes, Hanson did order a small vial for the princely sum of 24.90 euros ($34).  She describes the scent as smelling like perfume, musk, and urine.  I bet she could hardly wait to dab it behind her ears!

She also writes of an interesting sideline job for broke college students.  Back in the 1980s, she helped write form letters to horny guys looking for female companionship.  The letters came with a pair of “dirty panties”, complete with a musky aroma.  Lucky recipients might even find secretions or skid marks on their pair.  Hanson explains how those panties were actually created and the creative ways the college ladies came up with to make each pair look authentic.

We’ve got bush!

Hanson’s big book also educated me on the history of feminine hygiene.  A black and white photo of a woman with hairy thighs and an equally hairy bush is captioned as having been taken in 1940.  Hanson explains that most American women have been shaving their armpits since around 1925.  They didn’t start shaving their legs until around 1945; therefore, hairy legs on a woman in a picture can offer a clue as to when the shot was taken.  Hanson explains that it wasn’t common for women to groom their “bushes” until the 1980s.

Trilingual

Like the other two Hanson books I own, The Big Book of P*ssy is translated into English, German, and French.  The translations are presented in three vertical columns, making it quick going through the pages of this book.

The photos

The Big Book of P*ssy consists of lots of photos in black and white and color, from 1900 until 2011.  Some of the photos are tasteful.  And some– I won’t lie– are rather disgusting.  Some of the photos are funny and some show women in impossibly athletic poses.  Some of the pictures feature incredibly hairy “honey pots”, and some sport hairless slits.  Almost all of the models appear to be sexually mature, though I did see one or two that made me stop and wonder.  It wasn’t her vagina that made me question; it was her face.  She looked like a wide-eyed doll.  Casting my eyes south, I eventually determined there was no way she wasn’t full grown.

The models who appear in this book are all model types.  You won’t see any really heavy women or women who aren’t somewhat attractive.  However, Hanson does include a wide array of different ethnicities, as well as some clever artistic adaptations of lady bits.  Are you ready for a photo of an Asian woman who appears to have a sideways vagina?  How about a picture of a vagina that appears to double as a man’s beard, complete with a face drawn on the model’s flat stomach?

Just want to read the articles?

I’m happy to report that this book is not just about pictures of vaginas.  Hanson has included several articles from models, including one from a woman who calls herself “Mouse”.  Mouse is famous for being a “vaginal performance artist” who makes art with her pussy.  In one provocative photo, she is shown with what appears to be dynamite sticking out of her nether regions.  In another, there’s a Barbie doll that appears to be experiencing a second birth.  A newsy article accompanies these “interesting” shots. 

There’s also an article about Steve Shubin, the “Faux Vagina King”,  Shubin is an ex-cop from the Los Angeles area whose wife is an ex-professional tennis player.  His wife got pregnant with twins.  The doctor, noting Shubin’s wife’s advanced age (40), advised the couple to avoid sex for the duration of the pregnancy.  Shubin was crushed. Knowing that the prospect of avoiding sex for that long would tempt him, he designed his own faux vagina.  He got the patent for it in 1995.  I’m reminded of that old saying… “necessity is the mother of invention”! 

Other articles include one about “Flower Tucci”, champion female squirter, and Buck Angel, the man with a pvssy.  Buck is physically, psychologically, and legally a man, but he also has a fully functioning vagina.  Yes, he was born with it.

I was skeptical, but now I’m kinda sold…

Yes, The Big Book of P*ssy is about a taboo topic.  I was a little squeamish about reading this book, mainly because I don’t find vaginas that interesting to look at…  Or, at least I didn’t think I did until I picked up this heavy duty coffee table book (and I dare you to display it on your coffee table!).  To be honest, if this was just mainly a book of photos like Hanson’s Big Book of Breasts is, I probably wouldn’t like it.  As it is, there’s only so long I can look at these vaginas without feeling distinctly uncomfortable.  But Hanson spices it up with some very interesting and educational commentary that touches on a wide variety of subjects.  I appreciated the interesting articles, too, though I was interested in some more than others.  I probably could have done without reading about “Mouse”.

Overall

I don’t think this book is quite as accessible as Hanson’s other books are, mainly because the pussy is such a private part of the body.  Also, I would advise prospective readers to keep an open mind as well as a steady stomach.  Some of the photos in this book are pretty vulgar and gasp inspiring.  Not all photos are suitable for the squeamish.  Still, I would by lying if I didn’t enjoy parts of The Big Book of P*ssy and gain a little more appreciation for my own female parts.  I recommend it with four stars.

ETA: I would NOT pay $1499 for this book.

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Repost: A review of The Big Book of Breasts in 3D by Dian Hanson

Believe it or not, this is a fun book… and I am reposting this review, because it was a fun book to read. Also, I discovered it when we lived in Germany the first time. Great if you like boobs!  I left my copy in the States, though, because it took up too much of our 5000 pound moving allowance. The review appears here as it was written in 2012.

Good mood music for this topic.

Picture it.  It’s June 2009 and I’m in Munich, Germany with a bunch of American tourists who had come up from Garmisch-Partenkirchen for the day.  We pass a bookstore.  I cast my eyes to the right and spot an intriguing looking book in the window.  There’s a picture of a lovely woman’s torso in a lacy black strapless bra.  On the cover, it says The Big Book of Breasts by Dian Hanson.  Even though I am a heterosexual woman with an impressive set of breasts of my own, I was halfway tempted to buy that book.  But the price was 40 euros and I didn’t feel like paying that much.

Fast forward a few years.  I’m on Amazon.com and suddenly remember that book I saw in Germany.  I search for it and easily find it, along with several other “body part” books.  Only this time, I see that aside from the normal Big Book of Breasts I spotted in Germany, there’s also The Big Book of Breasts 3-D!  And the book comes with its very own set of 3-D glasses!  Curiosity gets the better of me and I buy it.

An eye-popping cover

The Big Book of Breasts 3-D made an immediate impression on me when I removed it from the Amazon box.  The book was shrinkwrapped and the front cover has a grooved plastic layer that makes the brassiered torso look like it’s in 3-D.  Opening the cover, I see a vintage looking picture that looks like lots of people from the early 60s wearing 3-D glasses.  When I turn to the back cover, I find a pair of cardboard and plastic 3-D glasses neatly tucked into a plastic sleeve.  Is it strange that this coffee table book is all about milk producing glands?

Gives new meaning to the term “pop art”… 

On page 7, the very minimal text of the introduction begins, written in English, German, and French.  The three languages are presented in narrow columns.  Photographer Dian Hansen explains the origins of the word breast and the history of 3-D technology.  Then she marries the two topics, explaining that the first topless photo was produced in 1839.  The breasts were French and not particularly large, but they cleared the way for more daring photos.  Hanson writes that nude stereo views soon followed the naked French breasts.  The models were mostly Parisian prostitutes and many French men were familiar with the nudes, though they kept them hidden from their families, since such photos were considered pornography.

Bare breasts began appearing in American magazines back in 1925.  Most of the photos were billed as artistic photo instruction manuals.  Of course, once they began appearing, the nude photos began to appear with openly sexual titles.  The nudie pictures prospered until 1933, when Prohibition failed.  Once people began drinking legally again, the citizens’ decency leagues started focusing their efforts on suppressing the nude shots, pressing for censorship of the sexy photos.

Surprisingly scholarly…

Though this book is chock full of campy vintage photos of topless women in sexy poses, Dian Hanson’s introduction is surprisingly interesting and educational.  However, I sincerely doubt most people who would purchase this big heavy book are after Hanson’s intellectual discussion of how nude photography came about.  Nevertheless, as a heterosexual woman with a modicum of artistic curiosity, I thought Hanson’s introduction was very informative and interesting.  Dian Hanson was the editor of JUGGS magazine in the 1980s, so she has an intimate view of how this genre of photography evolved.  In the 80s, it was unsusual to see a woman with enhanced breasts.  Nowadays, of course, it’s a career necessity for a boob model. 

Hanson’s introduction runs a full seventeen pages.  After that, it’s titty city!  From page 25 until the end of the book, it’s nothing but large black and white photos of topless vintage model after model, posing in various sexy positions.  The opposite pages have only the model’s name in large, appreciative print.

Really?  In 3-D?

Yes, these photos are all in 3-D.  Looking at them with the naked eye, you will see subtle red and blue outlines that are not too intrusive.  Slip on the cheap 3-D glasses, and you’ll get an eyeful.  Though not every 3-D photo is equally successful, there’s plenty of reason to bother with the 3-D glasses, if only because they make the models look like they’re popping off the pages.

Is this book “dirty”?

While I’d definitely describe The Big Book of Breasts 3-D as sexy, I wouldn’t call it dirty or pornographic.  Many of the women are photographed in a tasteful, coquettish, flirty, or even an innocent way.  There are only a few shots that looked vulgar to me.  And though there are a few shots of other female private parts, most of the women in this book are only showing their breasts.  Admittedly, many of the breasts are very large, but they are mostly quite beautiful and natural.

Do I feel threatened?

I am a married woman, but I don’t care if my husband looks at this book of boobs.  I know he loves my boobs best!  Besides, the models in this book are vintage ladies from the 1950s-70s.  They are not threatening to me.

Would I recommend The Big Book of Breasts 3-D

I would.  I do wish Dian Hanson had written more instead of just relying on the eye-popping photos.  I thought her introduction outlining the history of nude photos and 3-D was very interesting and would appeal to those who want to learn something rather than just ogle the sexy women.  And as a heterosexual woman, I don’t get that much out of looking at boobs, especially really big ones.  I am glad I didn’t pay 40 euros for this book, but I do think it’s entertaining to look at.  I will warn that it’s a large, heavy book… not unlike my boobs!
Overall

I give The Big Book of Breasts 3-D four stars and my recommendation.

ETA: I see that the version I own is now out of print and offered for big bucks. There is a “little” version of this book going for a lot less money. Personally, I like the big book with its 3D schtick. Wish I’d brought it to Germany!

More mood music!

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