BeardedOne
10-10-2007, 11:03 PM
Over time, there are a lot of people that earn our respect (Even if the respect is somewhat shallow in nature).
Take, for example, Ron Jeremy. Though somewhat trollish (And I'm not saying that as a slight against him) he has managed to lay pipe on some extraordinary women over the years.
Or former President Bill Clinton. Say what you will about this guy, but he got mainstream magazines like Delaware Today to start using the word 'blowjob' without fear of reprisal from their readers.
So, I give you this entry:
Ralph Whittington, 57, retired in 2000 as curator of the main reading room at the Library of Congress, but was better known as the "King of Porn" for his private collection that he recently sold (500 boxes' worth) to the Museum of Sex in New York City.
Whittington's home (which he shares with his mother, after his wife left him) was, before the sale, "packed to the rafters," said the Museum's buyer to The Washington Post in August. "Downstairs, you had to walk sideways to get through the rooms." Said Mom, "It's something he loves. You see men his age going to bars or on dope. But he [was] home day and night [indexing and cross-referencing]. That [gave] me peace of mind." [Washington Post, 8-24-07
You go, Ralph! :peanutbutter
Take, for example, Ron Jeremy. Though somewhat trollish (And I'm not saying that as a slight against him) he has managed to lay pipe on some extraordinary women over the years.
Or former President Bill Clinton. Say what you will about this guy, but he got mainstream magazines like Delaware Today to start using the word 'blowjob' without fear of reprisal from their readers.
So, I give you this entry:
Ralph Whittington, 57, retired in 2000 as curator of the main reading room at the Library of Congress, but was better known as the "King of Porn" for his private collection that he recently sold (500 boxes' worth) to the Museum of Sex in New York City.
Whittington's home (which he shares with his mother, after his wife left him) was, before the sale, "packed to the rafters," said the Museum's buyer to The Washington Post in August. "Downstairs, you had to walk sideways to get through the rooms." Said Mom, "It's something he loves. You see men his age going to bars or on dope. But he [was] home day and night [indexing and cross-referencing]. That [gave] me peace of mind." [Washington Post, 8-24-07
You go, Ralph! :peanutbutter