I remember the first time I saw a nudie magazine when I was in third grade. Interestingly enough, I got more of a thrill out of the images of bare female flesh than the pal I was hanging out with, who would later go on to perform in drag for various charity events (we all had to feign surprise when he "came out" during our freshman year in college). There was something so utterly taboo about this kind of unashamed nudity on display that we both felt like we'd crossed some hidden barrier of grown-up-dom.
Much like young folks today aren't going to have that same kind of visceral experience, I regret the fact that I wasn't part of the Monster Kid generation. Too young to experience the wonders of teevee horror hosts, it was all about slasher flicks by the time I was of an appreciative age, and there was no way my folks were going to let me watch That Kind Of Film (I was the first kid in my entire extended family--I know: no pressure, right?).
So it's with a great deal of envy that I purchase mementos of this particular form of fandom, like this FUCKING AWESOME issue of "Castle of Frankenstein" magazine:
This 1967 "Fearbook" does what it says on the tin--it shows monsters in profusion, and it DOES, in fact, contain a portrait of Christopher Lee as Fu Manchu that is SO suitable for framing I could just melt into a puddle of gobsmackedness in the middle of the carpet RIGHT NOW:
Inside are articles on the history of Frankenstein's monster (including plentiful photos of the Edison "Frankenstein" as well as Karloff's iconic creature), a teevee guide of monster movie screenings, and a run-down of recent horror-themed releases. What makes me drool the most, however, are the ads:
IT'S MONSTERIFFIC! IT'S POP ART! A LOT OF FUN, SHOCK AND SURPRISE.
Really, I don't ask for much out of life, but I'd say that fun, shock, and surprise in the form of monsteriffic pop art certainly ranks at the top of my list.