The founder and publisher of the long-running salacious, satirical Hustler magazine and many other sextastic business ventures, Larry Flynt, has lived a life full of public battles, some which he has won, and some that he lost. In the '70s and '80s, he was a favorite target of the so-called moral right of the country, and he was more than willing to return their volleys in kind. His testing of those moral waters more than likely led to his shooting and subsequent paralysis.
Next Wednesday, July 27, the man hits Houston to promote his new book, One Nation Under Sex, which chronicles the sexual exploits of our nation's past leaders and how their bedroom adventures (gay, straight and otherwise), helped shape the country's policy since before the ink was dry on the Declaration of Independence.
Media mogul Flynt, along with co-author David Eisenbach, relates tales of greats like Benjamin Franklin, who helped win the American Revolution by bedding a number of French women. For a country that is currently so mired in fights over morality, our founders and heroes were sometimes anything but moral.
Since its first issue in 1974, Flynt's Hustler has gone up against social norms, managing to arouse, anger, and amuse in equal doses. Hustler was a decadent and more perverse alternative to the relatively genteel Playboy, and even the pseudo-Eurotrashy Penthouse, who, well, weren't showing what Flynt and his team were showing. You know, the lady and man junk. Lots of it.
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Aside from what was going on inside its pages, Hustler also made attention-grabbing covers and parody advertisements that irked those they targeted. Poor Jerry Falwell and his mother-loving ways. Rest in peace, brother.
Here are 10 covers that would make anyone plunk down a few bucks for the honor of owning. We didn't read Hustler for the articles, we read it for the anatomy lessons. Yeah, that's a good reason.