The recent 'hacking' of celebrities' nude photos from their private computers jarred my memory of another similar moment. I was a sixteen year old lad working in a St. Louis factory (1955). The factory employed perhaps 20-25 people who worked at skilled and semi-skilled blue-collar jobs. These folks were not college educated but they were for the most part good family people and patriotic Americans trying to keep the wolf from the front door.
One particular co-working fella, I will call 'MT,' was a amateur photography-geek who liked to photograph himself in the nude. He obviously had one of those time-delayed cameras that permitted him to set the shutter-release and jump into bed with his nude lady-friend and assume various fornicating positions. 'MT' would bring nude photos to work and enjoyed sharing the pictures with all the guys. One interesting observation; in every photo, 'MT' was looking directly into the camera lens and smiling.
I often thought, 'What a weird ass, sick pervert!' Fast forward from 1955-to-2014, I am amazed at the perverted narcissism, which is apparently common among many highly regarded celebrities and entertainers.
"Oh, no-one knows what goes on behind closed doors."...Charlie Rich
Perhaps there is a potential money-making market in 'Entertainers' Nude Trading Cards' I.e., baseball card-shows.
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