Posted on 10/24/2009 6:53:11 AM PDT by Titus-Maximus
LOS ANGELES — Hugh Hefner leaned back on a red loveseat, the saggy one in the study of his infamous mansion here, and interlocked his fingers behind his head. A visitor had asked — more like shouted, since he has trouble hearing — a question about mortality.
At 83, does he think about it?
In a word, no. Mr. Hefner, the legendarily libidinous founder of Playboy, the prophet of hedonism, does not believe that his denouement is at hand.
He doesn’t act like it, either. He still works full days on his magazine, flies to Europe and Las Vegas, pops Viagra, visits nightclubs with his three live-in girlfriends — each young enough to be his great-granddaughter — and is working with the producer Brian Grazer on a film.
“This is one of the very best times of my life,” he said, grinning, dressed in pajamas and slippers. “It’s even better, richer than people know.”
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After making myself watch the reality show on E starring his Three Bimbos, Hefner can only be described as pathetic. He is a shrunken, drooling little old man, shuffling around in his pajamas, acting as if he is still vigorous, viral, and potent. The effort to perpetuate the notion that this codger and the Three Golddigging Bimbos are having “relations” is laughable beyond belief. Everyone knows better, but no one in the media will actually admit it. They continue to advance the myth that Hef still has “it.” Yuk...
That still makes me nauseous.
What do the parents of these young women think? I guess they don’t.
The best explanation for the results of this kind of behavior came from, of all people, a drug-addled ex professional wrestler called Jake “The Snake” Roberts. He talked about life on the road for a celebrity and all of the temptations. First it starts off with 1 woman. Then 2 women at once. Then 2 women with each other while you watch. Pretty soon you’re so jaded that when you return home to your own wife there’s nothing.
Sex is like any other drug, you need a bigger fix to get the same results. Imagine what kind of a fix it would take to get someone like Hugh Hefner interested after all of these years. Odds are his 3 girlfriends are more for the sake of his image than anything else.
Hefner himself once remarked many years ago in a Dick Cavett interview that the part of a woman’s body he found most interesting were the eyes. I doubt he was being coy for tv.
Of course, it's porn. 1 : the depiction of erotic behavior (as in pictures or writing) intended to cause sexual excitement
Maybe I’ll drop by and ask the parents of the twins. According to a recent article in the local rag, they live about five miles from me.
I’m sure they’re very proud.
The guy seems to have fixated on big blondes a long time ago. Doesn’t seem to go for variety much in his bimbas.
Like all before him, he will find that it is soon enough. And if not prepared for it spiritually, he will find that all of his hedonistic, vulgar, whoring and depravity will have left him wholly unprepared for that day, and much to answer for.
In that day, all of his riches, all of his earthly pleasures, all of his vice, his earthly mansion built on a foundation of sand, and his three (or however many young girls he has on his payroll) will count for nothing and in fact be as dross, and as a millstone around his neck...calling up just suffering for the horrible influence he has had on others.
Many hedonists describe their life as meaningless towards the end. One notable example was Oscar Wilde, who lamented a lifetime of sexual acts with boys on his death bed. Hef seems not to have regret or shame.
Maybe he will repent.
My pre-adolescent introduction to sexual literature started with my library's collection of Cosmopolitan mag, available at supermarket checkouts everywhere with not a peep of complaint from feminists.
For me, it was National Geographic. To this day, the sight of a woman with her neck and ears stretched by plates causes me to become strangely aroused...
Just the sight of two empty claw-foot bathtubs side by side makes me strangely aroused.
I thought Cosmo was the same as Playboy....disgusting.
Sorry...I was trying to inject levity in this. I just came from a thread that said we are giving hundreds of millions of American taxpayer dollars to advance “Muslim science. In contrast, the thought of a desiccated Hugh Hefner seem amusing by comparison.
For some people, apparently.
It’s hard to imagine anyone with internet access buying Playboy for the libidinous content anymore. Magazines of all sorts have been technologically obsolete for a decade or more.
I think you mean "virile", but in this case maybe not ;-)
haha, I didn’t catch that one! I was channeling the G-Man and made a boo-boo. However, I think I will let it stand as is!
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