Visions of Houdini and Blaine in this vintage post-office-worker/escape artist who made a splash in the 1960s.
A new underwater escape artist is emerging in the stunt world. He is Jack Hall, a Chicago mail handler, and his fans say he is a lot like the late great Houdini. With his wrists, arms, ankles and legs chained and locked and bound in cerements (sheets).
Hall, looking like a mummy, dives into a pool. After a three minute struggle in the water, he comes up free of his chains and unwrapped to his swim trunks.
Welcome back, everyone. Yes, I've been randomly blogging throughout my so-called hiatus, as the whim suited, and that's how it's going to keep looking around here until I finish volume 2 of The Truth About Sex. The new volume is all about sex and OTHER people! (The first volume was "Sex and the Self," and focused primarily on masturbation, orgasm, and the basics of sexual ethics and communication.) I've got a solid month of hard work ahead to complete it for my self-imposed August deadline. So you may see more thought-laden ramblings and blurts and news links fly up as I'm working book ideas through my mind. But, of course, there will always be lovely nudes and merry sexy people to keep things festive and chill. Kind of like an icy mojito on a hot July Day....
Hope you all had a rockin' sockin' fourth. We blew up some fireworks and feasted on a good old-fashioned All American BBW. I mean, BBQ. *drum roll*
OK, then. Starting off with some lovely people who once worked at an Old West gambling saloon, ca. 1920s. This advertising postcard showed customers far and wide what comforts they could hope to find inside this happy little hacienda. And after the whiskey and stage show (and it looks like there was a swimming spectacle too, where one could see the curvy girls in OMG wet bathing suits, one may safely surmise that, for a price, these cheery ladies were happy to help you get out of your dusty boots and into something wet in the boudoirs upstairs.
I'm going long and strong today and tomorrow, as my gift to you before departing, with all kinds of jewels and gems that have been glittering unseen in my archives. I'm taking a break for a bit but will be back later with big hairy masterly men. WOOF!
Between Thursday and the first week of July, I'll drop in when/if I have anything special to share. Otherwise, nah, not so much.
Should it be an agony for you even to contemplate going without me for 3 weeks, then cheer up. I'm a sadist! Your pain is my pleasure! It all works out.
Anyway, I promised you twisty flexy and the subject of sadism took me here. Can you imagine the kind of bondage you could do with these two?