Zeb_Carter
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I was just reminiscing on some books I had the misfortune to read back in the late sixties, although at the time, looking back, I believed I did enjoy some of them. It was a series of books, in plain covers – no pictures, no fancy type face – just plain, plain, plain. I don’t recall the titles of any of them now, but I do remember the author – Anonymous.
Yep, that famous author of all kinds of fine literature. Except, these missives were not fine literature by anyone’s standards. The stories that remain in my mind after all these years I found the to be the sickest and most perverse. Golden showers were the least offensive. Scat was prevalent in most of them, while the more perverse, child molestation, was part of some.
I bring this up at a time in which a lot of online publishers are shying away from such subjects. There are people that call our current times decadent, yet the books I speak of were available at the local mall in the book store there. And they were available to anyone. I was sixteen when I found Anonymous on the shelves of the local B.Dalton Bookseller.
The books, real books, were not kept in a special section labeled “Adults Only”. No, they were in the Fiction section, almost the first on the shelf. Over the years I picked up several of those missives, just to see what it was all about. Right.
I remember no outrage from the local populace about these books being on those shelves. And it was not just relegated to one store. B.Dalton’s was a chain store. There were three very big malls within driving distance of where I lived on the southwest side of Chicago at the time. In each, I found those books by Anonymous.
Yep, that famous author of all kinds of fine literature. Except, these missives were not fine literature by anyone’s standards. The stories that remain in my mind after all these years I found the to be the sickest and most perverse. Golden showers were the least offensive. Scat was prevalent in most of them, while the more perverse, child molestation, was part of some.
I bring this up at a time in which a lot of online publishers are shying away from such subjects. There are people that call our current times decadent, yet the books I speak of were available at the local mall in the book store there. And they were available to anyone. I was sixteen when I found Anonymous on the shelves of the local B.Dalton Bookseller.
The books, real books, were not kept in a special section labeled “Adults Only”. No, they were in the Fiction section, almost the first on the shelf. Over the years I picked up several of those missives, just to see what it was all about. Right.
I remember no outrage from the local populace about these books being on those shelves. And it was not just relegated to one store. B.Dalton’s was a chain store. There were three very big malls within driving distance of where I lived on the southwest side of Chicago at the time. In each, I found those books by Anonymous.