The Last Pervert

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tising agency that serviced escorts and or escort services for a living, I have some insight and anecdotes about Mr. Flynt from personal friends.Almost 20 years ago, I ran into Moonlight Bunny Ranch owner Dennis Hof in a brothel while collecting Village Voice ad payments from my client (the brothel owner). The madam introduced us whereupon Dennis and I convened in one of the vacant rooms where Dennis called Larry Flynt to announce “Larry! Guess where I am! A Brazilian cathouse in New York.” (Gales of laughter followed the pronouncement.)If I didn’t know where I was and with whom, I’d have thought I’d been dropped into a college frat house. That was about the level of maturity that the episode portrayed.But while that was a display of more or less harmless sophomoric Donald Trumpesque “guy talk,” another of my customers had a darker story.Julie Moya, one of New York’s most famous (or infamous) ex-madams, alleged she began working at one of Flynt’s strip clubs in her hometown of Cincinnati at age 15! According to Ms. Moya, a random girl from the club was dispatched to the boss on a nightly basis for his “gratification.”She herself, was summoned at age 16 and reported that he was rough in the clinches. Julie found him coarse and disagreeable sexually and wa

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s not in the glow of the first amendment advocate. By her, he was a dirty trick — and nothing more. Larry didn’t strike her as a beneficent nor fatherly figure who loved, admired, or cared for the women who stripped in his club.In Flynt’s case, I’m not sure his campaign to defend the First Amendment had anything more to do than establish his right to make millions catering to men’s libidos. I have a feeling that his own personal interests lay the foundation for his crusade — and not the rights of all Americans to speak freely.But on the other hand, Mr. Flynt did pave the way for all those who would view pornography free-of-charge all day to do just that. Without Flynt, Hefner, Goldstein, and Guccione, we might not have all those materials at the tap of a keyboard for free.Is that a noteworthy accomplishment? Debatable. Still, Flynt’s passing marks the end of an era — and should be noted as such. He was a pioneer for people’s rights to view the sex act in all its glory. And that’s probably a good thing. Sexual repression makes no sense — given that sex is what makes the world continue. And understanding how it all works rather than denying its existence is a noble cause to get behind. And Larry Flynt certainly was a guy who got behind it — at least according to Julie!</article></body>

The passing of Larry Flynt

The golden age of pornography officially ended two days ago with the passing of Larry Flynt, one of the most visible and vocal of the genre’s proponents. With Al Goldstein of Screw Magazine, Hugh Hefner of Playboy, and Bob Guccione who published Penthouse all gone, Larry was all that remained of the pornographic dynasty. I’m not sure that his death is a milestone event appreciated by everybody in a civilized society — but it is a milestone event nonetheless.

Larry Flynt was not a saint. And his free speech stance so glorified by those who would concentrate their lofty ideals on the right to publish sexually explicit materials isn’t always viewed as an effort all that noble.

As somebody who wrote for and edited several men’s sophisticates of the day, as well as running an advertising agency that serviced escorts and or escort services for a living, I have some insight and anecdotes about Mr. Flynt from personal friends.

Almost 20 years ago, I ran into Moonlight Bunny Ranch owner Dennis Hof in a brothel while collecting Village Voice ad payments from my client (the brothel owner). The madam introduced us whereupon Dennis and I convened in one of the vacant rooms where Dennis called Larry Flynt to announce “Larry! Guess where I am! A Brazilian cathouse in New York.” (Gales of laughter followed the pronouncement.)

If I didn’t know where I was and with whom, I’d have thought I’d been dropped into a college frat house. That was about the level of maturity that the episode portrayed.

But while that was a display of more or less harmless sophomoric Donald Trumpesque “guy talk,” another of my customers had a darker story.

Julie Moya, one of New York’s most famous (or infamous) ex-madams, alleged she began working at one of Flynt’s strip clubs in her hometown of Cincinnati at age 15! According to Ms. Moya, a random girl from the club was dispatched to the boss on a nightly basis for his “gratification.”

She herself, was summoned at age 16 and reported that he was rough in the clinches. Julie found him coarse and disagreeable sexually and was not in the glow of the first amendment advocate. By her, he was a dirty trick — and nothing more. Larry didn’t strike her as a beneficent nor fatherly figure who loved, admired, or cared for the women who stripped in his club.

In Flynt’s case, I’m not sure his campaign to defend the First Amendment had anything more to do than establish his right to make millions catering to men’s libidos. I have a feeling that his own personal interests lay the foundation for his crusade — and not the rights of all Americans to speak freely.

But on the other hand, Mr. Flynt did pave the way for all those who would view pornography free-of-charge all day to do just that. Without Flynt, Hefner, Goldstein, and Guccione, we might not have all those materials at the tap of a keyboard for free.

Is that a noteworthy accomplishment? Debatable. Still, Flynt’s passing marks the end of an era — and should be noted as such. He was a pioneer for people’s rights to view the sex act in all its glory. And that’s probably a good thing. Sexual repression makes no sense — given that sex is what makes the world continue. And understanding how it all works rather than denying its existence is a noble cause to get behind. And Larry Flynt certainly was a guy who got behind it — at least according to Julie!