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90s Channel Surfing Part 04
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It’s hard to describe the emotion of going through old tapes and seeing artifacts from a world that doesn’t exist anymore. And that’s why this recent video took awhile to make. Because I was having a hard time getting through it – to be honest. Every little thing triggers some memory. Terrorvision was a…
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90s Channel Surfing Part 02
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So I don’t know if people remember Jimmy James, but I LOVED his show Terrorvision back when it was airing in the 90s. For a basic cable show, it really was an amazing showcase of classic and obscure horror films. And of course in between that was all the random weirdness of channel switching,…
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90s Channel Surfing Part 01
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Going through the archives and kind of sad I wasn’t able to tape more, but this was from a channel surfing daze probably around September of 1993 The sitcom was called “Mad City” and it was sort of a 90s mash up of Night Court and Ally McBeal. The naked girl’s character was the…
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The Free Body Movement Part 01 (1970s college campus nudity)
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Photos from a pictorial that ran in American Life magazine in April of 1972. The article documented the “Free Body” movement on college campuses which saw female co-Ed’s ditching their clothes and going about their daily life and classes naked. Not exactly a protest, as one female college student commented, “This is what it…
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That Night Feeling Part 7
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The summer storm had turned the garden into a glistening cathedral of leaves and fairy lights. Warm rain poured in silver sheets, catching the soft glow of a hundred bare bulbs strung through the branches of the old avocado tree. Beneath that dripping canopy stood Elena—completely bare, skin gleaming wet, dark hair plastered to…
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That Night Feeling Part 6
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The rain hammered the city bridge in relentless sheets, turning the night into a glistening black mirror. Beneath the single green umbrella, Elena walked naked, her skin prickling with cold and something far more dangerous. His gloved hand clasped hers—firm, possessive, the only point of warmth in the downpour. The man in the black…
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That Night Feeling Part 5
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The abandoned warehouse smelled of rust and old motor oil, but tonight it carried something sweeter—her perfume, faint vanilla and nervous sweat. She walked barefoot across the cracked concrete, completely naked, skin prickling in the damp night air. Moonlight sliced through broken skylights and painted silver streaks across her breasts, her hips, the soft…
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That Night Feeling Part 4
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The moon hung low over the empty stretch of coastline, silver light mixing with the warm orange glow of the crackling bonfire. She had come alone—supposedly to clear her head, to feel the salt wind against her skin. But the moment she saw the tall figure in the black suit standing silently on the…
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That Night Feeling Part 3
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The city lights shimmered across the wet stone plaza as Alex cut through the late-night quiet, leather jacket creaking with each step. The central fountain glowed like liquid fire—cascading water illuminated from beneath, throwing golden ripples across the empty benches and dark trees. Then he saw her. She stood motionless in the shallow basin,…
