Some more very bad attempts to create magazine covers. Just ignore me and I’ll probably stop doing this, out of embarassment, sooner or later.
Category: magazines
Let’s do the time-warp again
Those of you who have been reading this blog from the very begining in 2011 are very, very bad and perverted people who deserve to be forcibly may well recall that one of the very first posts was of the front pages of some magazines that had fallen through a erm… worm hole time dimensional vortex thingummy and landed on my desk.
Oh yes, you do remember. Of course you do. Stop lying – has no one ever told you it’s very naughty to lie, boy? Hmm? Look – just go here if you’re one of those johnny-come-latelies who’ve only started reading this in the last five years, OK?
The title was a little odd. I think back then I was occasionally trolling the followers of a rather devout Christian who had a blog of the same name, so there were a lot of religiously titled posts. He’s now publishing religious blog posts in the form of piss-takes of femdom porn too, oddly enough, so it all seems entirely fair.
Anyway: three magazines had arrived from the far future… 2014*, 2017 and 2019. I must have missed my copy of Subbie Hubbie Monthly back in 2014, but I have already reserved my copy of Dominant Lady Quarterly (at the special male price of just £2500 per copy), so I am looking forward to April.
Anyway (again): it happened a second time! Would you believe it? Three magazines, no doubt from the faaaaar far distant future. These ones don’t actually have dates on them, oddly enough. So.. yeah, here they are.
* Well I didn’t know this blog was going to be going on so long, did I? I thought I’d have something better to do with my time by now. Oh well.
I give unto you a prophecy, according to the spirit which is in me
I was going to blog some captioned images of female domination, or maybe a silly short story or two, when a strange rosy glow filled the room, an eerie portal appeared before me and – in the fraction of a second it was open – three objects dropped onto the floor.
They appeared to be magazines. One garish, glossy, cheap and cheerful, one refined and serious, printed on thick quality paper and the last one – well, I could tell it had been put together by men, as it is badly printed, on poor quality paper, and held together just by a single staple.
I had time just to scan the cover pages and post them here. I considered not posting the childish scribbles of “Adam’s Apple” but it strikes me (ouch!) that these apparitions might be a scientific event of some importance, so I thought I should share all the materials.
Could this be a vision of the future? Its warm rosy glow promising us all a better tomorrow? It’s all too much for my poor male brain, so I will simply post them for the world to see, without further comment, while I go off to do the ironing.
I am sorry for including this ridiculous rag. Male liberation indeed…probably a sort of schoolgirl joke. |