My stepfather had all manner of these things in the 60s with names like “Real Men”, “Stag”, etc. He also had tabloid newspapers, such as they were. I’m pretty sure my mother wouldn’t allow Playboy in the house, and I know she was not happy with these mags with scantily clad women on the covers. I used to “read” them when nobody was home and looked at all the comic cels. They seem really tame compared to what kids have access to today, but they were very exciting to a young teen back then.
He sure did, but he kept them under lock and key — and so I learned what naked ladies look like, and I learned how to pick my first lock.
My Dad did not. Some neighbor dads did. Yeah, in hindsight, even the Playboy-type mags were very tame by modern kid standards.
Old men’s mags didn’t have nudity (other than Playboy), just the suggestion of sex and a lot of bodice ripping. My sister’s husband had all the Playboys from very early on, but I could never get access to them. He had them stacked in a closet for many years and I suppose some of the early ones are worth some money, but they all went in the dumpster in the end.
I leave the conclusion as an exercise for the reader.
Not picture mags, but my dad collected dirty jokes, comics and stories that were being photocopied at work and passed around. He keep them in a large flat box in his closet. They were pretty raunchy and some went into great detail about subjects I would never have imagined. Like the girl who lost her virginity to the families St. Bernard and the dog eventually getting de-clawed. 
My father was gifted a year subscription to Playboy by his brother-in-law. He canceled after the year ended… but kept the magazines stored in an easy to access cupboard. I’ll be honest. even without the internet, I never really visited them that often.
Not to my knowledge. The most I remember seeing is a pin-up type woman on the cover of one of his Viet-Nam albums, and then one of the pictures inside had him standing next to his locker or metal cabinet where there were a few centerfolds taped on it, but that’s it.
My father did. Playboy and Penthouse, and few others now and then.
Agreed. But I found them interesting nonetheless.
I’ve wondered over the years if she just figured me seeing those mags was easier than her trying to explain things, although there was nothing explicit about them.
My dad had a subscription to playboy for many years when I was a teenager. He didn’t hide them and I actually DID read them (among other things). Playboy had good journalism.
My dad briefly had a distributor ship to the area drugstores, during his days of taking anything available during the 70s stagflation. The floor of the basement, wall to wall, was where he sorted out for his rounds. Of course it wasn’t just skin mags, but for some reason that’s all I remember.
No. I had to find them the hard way when I was 12 - dumpster-diving with my friends. Generally found in stacks because no one ever threw just one Playboy away, rather they threw out a dozen at a time. I had a moderate-sized collection at one point, all gone in the move from Michigan to California prior to 8th grade.
This. Back issues were stacked on a shelf in the bedroom closet. As long as they never left the house, I was reasonably free to browse once I got old enough to be interested in air-brushed nekkid wimmen.
I still remember an interview with Nina Hartley where she said “If you can’t fuck your friends, who can you fuck?”
I’m inclined to say a straight no; but I guess strictly it’s a not-that-I-was-aware-of.
j
I’m pretty sure this was very rare in Pakistan in the 1960s-80s when I was growing up. Pornographic materials were serious contraband and you could get in a lot of trouble.
Later I found that rich, connected people had access to these. And of course to prostitution as well.
I was in charge of a security team in Cairo when the new embassy was being built. One of the idiots on my team started giving Penthouse and other mags to the local workers on the jobsite, who were found in hidden nooks in the structure pleasuring themselves. This is material that is strictly forbidden in any Muslim country that I know of. He was found out, of course, and next thing I know I get a call from the boss in Washington asking me WTF is going on over there?
In 1976, my parents bought the issue with the Jimmy Carter interview. They hid it, but my brother and I located it. (Cover date November 1976, Patti McGuire in the centerfold, Misty Rowe as the celebrity.)
In 1978, My mother got my dad the “25th anniversary edition” for a Christmas present. They hid it, but my brother and I located it. (Cover date January 1979, Candy Loving in the centerfold.)
I still love brunettes.
My dad had one copy of Penthouse. One of his coworkers was in it. She ended up getting fired by the very conservative owner for it.