So I found this harlequin romance paperback today, and normally I just toss those right over without paying them much mind, but the cover of this one made me pause. Sure that the artist was just taking liberties, I checked out the back.

I’m dubious. I should read a passage:

It is a literal bear.
Okay yeah I’ll admit it I’m going to read this but only because it sounds like the most fucked up romance novel in existence.
But wait….

You have some explaining to do, Canada.

So I found this harlequin romance paperback today, and normally I just toss those right over without paying them much mind, but the cover of this one made me pause. Sure that the artist was just taking liberties, I checked out the back.

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I’m dubious. I should read a passage:

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It is a literal bear.

Okay yeah I’ll admit it I’m going to read this but only because it sounds like the most fucked up romance novel in existence.

But wait….

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You have some explaining to do, Canada.

fyodorpavlov:

I am a Serious Artist.




Isabelle Adjani
Quartet, 1981

Isabelle Adjani

Quartet, 1981

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antique-erotic:

I hold my hands up, this is mere trickery! Frivolous fakery for your amusement! Merry Christmas, dear readers, for all those who celebrate it.
In the Edwardian era creative card manufacturers would produce prettily decorated pieces such as this, with a space in which to fit a photograph of your recipient’s favourite actress or singer, a marvellously inventive early way to customise the card for a charming personal touch. I thought you, esteemed followers, would appreciate a little festive good will in the form of not a favoured star of the stage, but rather my favourite Victorian porn stars added to the cut-out window. ‘Stardom’ may be a little exaggeration, anonymity required for their own security, but they’re certainly now one of the better-known titilating photoshoots of the time, as well as being the reason I began this entire collection.

antique-erotic:

I hold my hands up, this is mere trickery! Frivolous fakery for your amusement! Merry Christmas, dear readers, for all those who celebrate it.

In the Edwardian era creative card manufacturers would produce prettily decorated pieces such as this, with a space in which to fit a photograph of your recipient’s favourite actress or singer, a marvellously inventive early way to customise the card for a charming personal touch. I thought you, esteemed followers, would appreciate a little festive good will in the form of not a favoured star of the stage, but rather my favourite Victorian porn stars added to the cut-out window. ‘Stardom’ may be a little exaggeration, anonymity required for their own security, but they’re certainly now one of the better-known titilating photoshoots of the time, as well as being the reason I began this entire collection.