‘Sleaze’ books were cheap exploitation paperbacks written in the 1950s and sold to anyone with 50 cents to spare. A popular subgenre was psychiatrist’s couch bodice ripper that revealed the secrets of sexually frustrated patients or the lurid downfall of predatory doctors.
They often turn up on eBay searches or can be tracked down through searching Google Images where titles like ‘Try My Couch’ and ‘Orgy Office’ have found a special place in pulp paperback history.
With the advent of modern neuroscience we now know that these books rewire the brain and turn people into sex addicts.
No wait, they take take advantage of latent oedipal urges and allow the expression of dangerously repressed desires.
It’s definitely one or the other. Either way, don’t click the links below or you’ll go blind.
Link to psychiatrist pulp paperbacks on eBay.
Link to psychiatrist pulp paperbacks on Google Images.
2 thoughts on “Couch of desire”
Here’s an interesting article on the effects of too much
“A growing number of young, healthy Internet pornography users
are complaining of delayed ejaculation, inability to be turned on by
real partners, and sluggish erections. “
“Lots of guys, 20s or so, can’t get it up anymore with a real girl, and
they all relate having a serious porn/masturbation habit. Guys will never
openly discuss this with friends or co-workers, for fear of getting laughed
out of town. But when someone tells their story on a health forum, and there
are 50-100 replies from other guys who struggle with the same thing, this
is for real.”
Here is the real thing. Published by mobster Edward Mishkin in 1955, and included in the Summer 2011 book “Times Square Smut” by Jim Lindeman. LINK