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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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In the Army Now – Jill’s story part 1
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My name is Jill Corbin, and that sweltering afternoon in 1972 at the induction center changed everything. I arrived ready to enlist in the Women’s Army Corps, but the process began immediately at the front counter. After giving my name and purpose to the stern sergeant, he ordered me to remove all clothing right…
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Schulmadchen Report (1986)
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Back in the days of Usenet and news servers there were rumors that some of the posture studies from the 1980s had been filmed. It made enough sense, since by that point video cameras would have made it easy to record these things. Supposedly some of these videos made it into the hands of…
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Arcade Dreams Brunette Edition
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The air inside Johnny’s Arcade smelled like hot circuits, popcorn butter, and teenage rebellion. It was 11:47 p.m. on a sticky Friday in 1983 and the place was finally thinning out. Only the die-hards remained—kids too broke to leave and one dangerously underdressed girl who clearly didn’t care who saw. She perched on the…
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Arcade Dreams Blonde Edition
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The last working row of arcade cabinets glowed like dying embers in the abandoned game hall, long after the “Closed Forever” sign had been taped to the door. Galaxy Fighter still ran its endless attract demo, lasers slicing through pixelated space, while the air carried the faint sweet rot of spilled soda and cigarette…
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Arcade Dreams
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In the dim, flickering glow of an abandoned arcade after midnight, where the last quarters had long since vanished from the coin slots, she stood alone among the silent machines. The air hummed with the faint electric memory of beeps and explosions from forgotten games—Pac-Man ghosts eternally chasing, Street Fighter combos frozen mid-punch, Mortal…
