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                              Why was the 55th Street Playhouse in New York City such a prime location for showing these films in the early days of gay liberation?  Actually, if one envisions a seedy place with cum-stained seats like a person might see at that time on

  I used to wear loud pajamas with seventies colors that my brother said could “wake the dead,” even through my early twenties. I was used to I guess sleeping chastely, but I did not go completely in that direction, wearing a nightcap. I switched to sleeping in sweatpants as I matured in the adult world. I was already wearing them around the house

By Madam Bubby   “Zee art film … “ I remember that campy scene in Valley of the Dolls where the beautiful Jennifer North played by the beautiful Sharon Tate has to get a job making soft porn films for a sleazy French movie director. Jennifer complains that a beautiful scenery and a bare bottom doesn't make art.  That may have b

  Once in a Blue Moon, directed by Toby Ross, is truly a gem in our collection of vintage gay porn. Each vignette is essentially a “short story” that probes different dynamics in gay relationships, feeding off archetypal images that can be found in so much “mainstream” art, movies, and literature: a scene in hell, a soldier tortured by an enemy in

  Born John Nelson Gaines in 1963, he died of complications from AIDS when he was only 32.    What I found interesting, after doing some research, is that he actually got interested in porn by watching Jack Deveau's Hand in Hand films. He even sent Jack some pics of himself (Jack turned him down). Jon then moved to California with h

I, Madam Bubby, the author of practically all these blogs,  like to think not only our movies not just as “classics,” but some of our reviews.   One twitter follower recently complimented us on our movie descriptions, and in this more visually-oriented age, our reviews show the power of the word to give some in-depth insight into really

  I used to wear loud pajamas with seventies colors that my brother said could “wake the dead,” even through my early twenties. I was used to I guess sleeping chastely, but I did not go completely in that direction, wearing a nightcap.  I switched to sleeping in sweatpants as I matured in the adult world. I was already wearing them aroun

  Lately I've been something of a social media maven for Bijouworld and its ancillaries, Bijou Video and the Bijou Theater. In addition to our Facebook,Twitter, and Tumblr sites, we just started a couple of Pinterest sites, Bijou Vintage Gay History, and Bijou Vintage Gay Erotica. Because we do spe

Love bites, literally!  To clarify, in this blog, when I use the term “bites,” I don’t necessarily mean it in the sense of “bite me,” like someone saying something or someone “sucks.”  I repeat: Love bites, literally!  My cat who is probably the most spoiled creature on the planet lately has been getting into the habit of nipping at

  Many, many years ago, in a building not so far away in Chicago, I hooked up with a guy, who, in addition to many other fetishes, was aroused by enemas. My first reaction, as I was young and naïve, was Ew! (I was also thinking of that horrifying movie Sybil with Sally Field, but that's another story).   He particularly enjoyed

Before that technology developed, you had to rely on the mail. Ads apparently first went to a box number and eventually they got to your address in plain brown envelopes to ensure confidentiality, which for many years was essential before it was safe for gays to be out. Here's one from the 1960s that appeared in Grecian Guild Pictorial. Note

  Whenever the summer Olympics, in fact, any type of major sporting event occurs, someone always asks if I am watching.   I always say no (I'm probably one of the few people in the world who is not at all interested in competitive sports (even the Gay Games); in fact, I used to be known as the "I hate sports guy"), but the reasons one fr

  The online lgbtq magazine Queerty points to footage of a gay pool party from 1945! The story about how this footage came to be is quite fascinating. Apparently after some extensive research on the actual films which were discovered by Geoffrey Story, it turns out the party took place in the back yard of a St. Louis mansion ow

Long hair … when I was growing up in a white Catholic suburb where moms stayed home, produced multitudes of children, and hung up sheets outside on clotheslines, in the late sixties and early seventies, long hair on men was considered almost evil, a symbol of danger and rebellion. You know, those dangerous hippies downtown with their sex and drugs

  Once in a Blue Moon, directed by Toby Ross, is truly a gem in our collection of vintage gay porn. Each vignette is essentially a “short story” that probes different dynamics in gay relationships, feeding off archetypal images that can be found in so much “mainstream” art, movies, and literature: a scene in hell, a soldier tortured

The facts (courtesy of Back2Stonewall.com): David Ashfield was one of the biggest names of 1980s porn, making dozens of movies and appearing in plenty more as a stunt dick. He was slim, born in 1960, had a huge and thick cut penis and topped (although he started off as a bottom in early Falcon loops).    David starred in movies like

  Lately here at Bijouworld we've decided to follow some “food porn” people on Facebook and Twitter.  Now, there's a pretty obvious connection between food and sex (I think it may have been Freud who lumped to the two together as some kind of primal desire in all humans). In fact, the ancient and medieval monks and hermits and

“Jimmy! What are you doing in there? It's nearly suppertime and your father will be home!” shrieks your mother, curlers in her hair.  “Mommy, I gotta go, and Jimmy's still in there!” whines your little sister, dragging her Malibu Barbie along the green shag carpeting.  Bring back memories?  Do you even remember which magazines or bo

  I used to wear loud pajamas with seventies colors that my brother said could “wake the dead,” even through my early twenties. I was used to I guess sleeping chastely, but I did not go completely in that direction, wearing a nightcap.  I switched to sleeping in sweatpants as I matured in the adult world. I was already wearing them aroun

By Will Seagers     Hi folks! Will here. Today's excursion back into my past deals with a mishap that turned into a very fun experience. Getting to know Chicago! The year was 1978 and it was my last of three consecutive years working for the world-famous model John Whyte and his Boatel in The Pines on Fire I