Pulp Pages #1

"You Gave Me Another Man's Sex Disease!", "Wild Sex Games for Uninhibited Lovers", and "Married to a Wife Beater" are just a few examples of the tawdry, lewd, and sensationalist headlines from you mom's (or your grandma's) favorite rags: the romance magazine.

You don't see many of these any more in the supermarket checkout line, but they were once hugely popular.  It was journalism from the sewer: dredge up the dirtiest worst nightmares or filthiest sexual fantasies of your average housewife and, bingo, you've got yourself a story.  Never you mind that every word is a lie; that's not important.

And you thought men's magazines were raunchy, get a load of some of the articles scanned from some of these wonderfully awful romance rags from yesteryear...

The following articles are from True Secrets, March 1975 (pictured above).  Click all the images to view full sized for easy reading.

... and let's have a look at one more tabloid treasure: My Confession, December 1961.  It certainly is a lot tamer, but by the standards of '61, it was plenty risqué.


  1. There's nothing new under the sun.

    Tawdry knows no generation.

    Keep 'em coming (pun intended?)

  2. Not forgotten. I take it you've never seen the movies on Lifetime Network...

  3. Thank you again for resurrecting old memories.
    I had an aunt who had a box of these magazines and I sat down one Saturday and went through them all. The stories were more lurid than anything Ed Meese was trying to ban at the time.
    She told me you could buy these at any drug store news stand and I could not believe it.

  4. There's some male butt crack and I am heavily offended! Or am I only supposed to mention in if it was in the last post?

    (just kidding!)

    A big difference in the 14 years between the two you have here.

  5. I remember these. Here in Iceland we got True Stories and True Crime, which contained translated stories from the British and American counterparts, and they were all incredibly lurid. The latter usually had loads of horrible crime scene photos, but for some inexplicable reason it always had a photo of a movie star or a pop singer on the cover.

  6. These were treated, and probably still are in their last lingering publications (I haven't been keeping up) as purely fiction magazines by their editors and contributors. A lot of fiction writers made early bread (or continuing supplement) by providing copy for them.