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Wilma’s modeling career was on the skids when she posed for this 1979 cover of Police Detective. She eventually bounced back to work on more legitimate projects and higher profile modeling gigs, but not before she spent a few more years on the exploitation market.
At what point did Go-Go Girls just become strippers? There’s so much nudity just for the sake of nudity that we need Go Go again! Call me a homo, but I would much rather see a gyrating go go chick than a sprawled out pole dancer. Don’t think I don’t like gratuitous sex and violence, I do. I just like Go Go girls who are spies better.
‘m going way back into the archive for this one. I think this may have been the first pulp sleaze title I’ve ever come across. It was in the mid-80s and I never knew these books existed until that day. I used to frequent an awesome Tenderloin bookstore in San Francisco called McDonald’s Books. It called itself a “dirty, poorly lit place for books”…a nice swat at the now defunct and more upscale bookstore in town called A Clean Well-Lighted Place For Books. 
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Eric Stanton is regarded as one of the finest artists of pulp sleaze art. I’m pretty sure I have another one or two sleazy books Stanton cover art, which will show up here eventually. He is best known for the ruthless women who populate his work and dominate his men. The Taschen book The Art of Eric Stanton
A golf course is an unusual setting for a story, but Stanton pulls it together with a brutal blonde in full swing ready to whack the crap out of her caddy. You can just feel the excitement of the brunette looking on.
The last time I bid on a pulp sleaze novel on Ebay, it was for a great lot which included an awesome title called “Wrong Jail” with a kick ass Stanton cover of a female prison warden whipping the shit out of a man chained to a jail cell filled with women prisoners. I actually won the auction and then proceeded to get ripped off by the seller who took my money and never sent the books. That was the last time I bothered buying this stuff online. They started getting too expensive and the fun of finding them was lost on Ebay.
I have recently been fascinated by the Golden Age of Porn and went through my books looking for some interesting reading. I was happy to come across a copy of The Intimate Diary of Linda Lovelace, a book I forgot that I even owned. But finding this book reminded me that several years ago I had gotten rid of two other porn biographies that I now wish I had. One was Marilyn Chambers, My Story
From what I remember of the Tina Russell bio, she worked doing live sex acts in Times Square and moved onto film right at the start of the Golden Age. Most of her accounts from the period were positive and she seemed to really enjoy being in the industry. Sadly, this pretty girl-next-door-type did not even live to see the end of the Golden Age and died of kidney failure in 1981.
