Ahh pulp science fiction covers of yore. So male gaze oriented, so white washed, so many boobs defying the laws of gravity.
After the (quantum) leap, a selection of covers with NSFW commentary. Image heavy.
IS THAT A ROCKET IN YOUR PANTS BABY?
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| SHWING! TENT POLE! |
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| Looks painful. There's a cream for that. |
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| Let's have some fun, this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick! |
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| Needs no explanation, really... |
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| Smokin'. Was it good for you as it was for me? |
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| And just where do you think you're going with THAT? |
STICK SOME BOOBS ON IT AND CALL IT ART
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| The art of well placed hair and a lizard...*cough* |
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| Gratuitous appropriation of native stereotype? Whatever do you mean? (plus: no nipples) |
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| A new dildo? Awww you shouldn't have! (no, really. I'm a mermaid. Plus, where are my nipples? WTF dude?) |
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| Oh come on, now we're not even aiming for subtlety here. Ride that lipstick bullet baby! Who needs undies! Or nipples! (or proper proportions for that matter...) |
SPINES DON'T BEND LIKE THAT (TRY IT. SERIOUSLY. I'LL WAIT)
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| Heck yeah! Gonna play her like a guitar LIKE A BOSS! BUAHAHAHAHA |
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| Planet of the knob heads indeed. |
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| Hurry! Take me away from the pulsing red phallic pustules, you beast you...gak! |
Pulp Fantasy Number One: Rescue The Non-Consensual Fainting Damsel
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| Smurf. Navi. Whatevs. Blue makes me tingle. And cricks my neck at a ridic angle. |
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| Teh Hoomun Laydeez. They "fall" for my charms, every time. Bzzt, click, hurrrr. |
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| I hold your neck, you hold my boob. All is fine in Demure Swoony Damsel Land (coz I have nipples) |
Pulp Fantasy Number Two: Bondage
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| I'm on a boat! La la la...wait, what? I'm in a bubble? WTF?! |
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| You think you have it rough in YOUR bubble honey? Try becoming an outerspace mime! |
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| Is it my hair? My skin? My horns? My boobies? My ability to breathe an atmosphere you can't? Because I'm on the rag? Jesus, a cage?! Just because I wouldn't put out for you?! |
Pulp Fantasy Number Three: Dirty Dirty Amazonian Vixens
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| My Red Suit Brings All The Boys To The Yard... |
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| No, MY red dress brings all the boys to the yard! |
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| Wut u bitchez smokin'? MY red suit brings all the boys to the yard! |
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| We don't have red outfits, but we have sticks! That...err...will poke you. (aka reverse Phallicy) |
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| Sticks? STICKS?! FIRE! Coz I'm on the rag, bitchez! Burn! BURRRRRRRN! Muahahahaha! |
Pulp Fantasy Number Four: Chicken Soup for the Male Gaze
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| An Eleven on the Subtlety Scale |
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| Mmm, girl on girl action! |
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