I’m embarking on a new project that I think I’ll call Sleaze Art, and it requires me to comb through Google in search of porn magazine covers from the 1970’s.  (It’s not as hard as you think.)  While I’ve found some really good stuff, I’m sure you can imagine I’ve also stumbled upon some true gems, which I’d like to share with you now.  I assure you, your day will not be complete until you’ve laid your eyes upon these works of art (note:  there is no vagina in any of the following images):

This is technically a book cover, but I was pleased to find out that there is a magazine out there called “Gaybird.”  

This is one way to enlist teenage boys onto their high school tennis team.

Again, for the sportsman.  Perhaps this is the beginning of the high school birdwatching team.

Bandito.  I have nothing else to say.

And I was just thinking that I’m in the mood to hear some goddamn great bongos.  In high-fidelity.

Yes, this is a book cover, not a magazine, but there’s no way Alexis Jones-Smith will be accused for plagiarism. 

Marni will always be ready for those pop-in guests.

And, finally, the piece de resistance:

The title alone made me fall out of my chair.  It’s in color, it’s “gourmet.”  And seriously.  Best title ever.