Playgirl January 2009

Special Features 17 Skin Flicks Sex, Drugs and Celluloid 36 Second Coming Second Life is Out of this World 37 Strapped Straight Men Who Like it in the Ass? Believe It 66 Pleasure Protectors Clitoraid is Saving the World...One Clitoris at a Time 67 Live Nude Girls Getting Kicks in Amsterdam 70 Who's that Playgirl? Photographer Naomi Harris presents America Swings 94 Cutting to the Chase Does First Date Sex Ruin the Chance of a Relationship? Frequent Foreplay 16 Culture 24 Travel Mexico Sexscapes 68 Cliterature 84 Real Men 82 Your Voice 88 Stimuli 90 Orgasm Addict 96 Sex Ed Eye Candy 10 Sean Patrick Desert Oasis 18 35th Anniversary Reunion Historical Hunks 28 Scott Sands Luxury High-Rise 38 Centerfold Derek Diamond 41 2009 Calendar 72 Couple Set Paul and Sara Editor's Letter To Our Readers, This is a difficult letter to write. Thirty-five years ago, a new magazine promised to provide women (and some salacious men) with adult entertainment delivered alongside provocative articles on politics, gender issues, beauty secrets, and sex tips. That first incarnation of Playgirl sold out the second it hit news stands. Since that time, Playgirl has struggled with its identity as much as any bright young thing; reinventing itself with each decade, struggling to place itself in an ever-changing world with increasingly varied ways to get information—and, of course, sneak peaks at gorgeous, naked men. We've enjoyed many successes in spite of fierce adversity: the year we (very mistakenly) kept every man in Playgirl dressed; another year then those in charge decided women didn't want to see erections (fools!). And yet Playgirl survived: The oil crisis in the 70s didn't halt paper production; the Internet boom in the 90s and 00s didn't deter us from coming to you every month in print. (We understand that nothing beats king glimpses of Playgirl while lying in bed at night, in intimate settings as you curl up with a piece of erotic fiction or some scandalous spread of a certain Centerfold.) And you, our dear readers, held on too. You understood that not every issue would feature all your favorite looks—tattoos, strange amateur submissions, 80s perms—but you stayed with us, using each issue of Playgirl as a new opportunity to find desirable that which before seemed strange and unknown. So many of you learned what a naked man looks like from Playgirl. But that wasn't all you learned: Together, we studied circumcision, abortion rights, rape, powerful career women, blow jobs, orgies, open relationships, abuse, independence and masturbation. For just shy of four decades, we acted as a fierce Playgirl posse, sharing a common commitment to unearth the world's most beautiful men, and dishing about issues women like us deal with every day. For the last two and one-half years, I've relished my role as editor-in-chief of Playgirl. Whether at our issue-release parties, in the letters you wrote, your comments on our MySpace page, or your myriad model submissions, I've loved getting to know you. For all you've taught me about what it means to be a strong, powerful, sexy woman, I thank you. I've felt a closeness between all of you and us here at the Playgirl Mansion that is likely to beat any future job experience. But unfortunately, it is time to move on. The latest decision to come down the pike involved transferring Playgirfs print edition to a new, online-only format. It's a brave new world out there, and print magazines and newspapers across the board are struggling to stay relevant and accessible. So, the print-mag Playgirls are headed for green pastures elsewhere, our working-women briefcases stuffed to the gills with outtakes of Real Man submissions and more sex toys than we can possibly ever use (Wanna keep in touch? Visit us at www.bonheure.wordpress.com or e-mail us at ilovebonheure@gmail.com). We're sad to go, but we've got lots of faith that a movement celebrating the sex lives of women won't be reduced to a few pages in Cosmo. We wait with anticipation for the next bright wave; a truly feminist outpost where we can go to get our jollies off, and learn a thing or two while we're doing it. Thanks for 35 years of turning the world inside-out. There's never been anything that's come close to Playgirl and its fans; and, we don't think, there will ever be. We'll miss you, Playgirls.