It's 1966, and the Sexual Revolution is Happening, Baby!

September 8, 1966, Vol. XI, No. 47

By Howard Smith

Female -- I am interested in meeting couples and singles interested in high heels, boots, long hair, bi-sexuality, transvestism, modern parties, photography, sailing, skin diving, travel. Must be educated and attractive.

Good looking, young man, 29, strong, intelligent, white, of docile nature, seeks permanent position as household servant to sexy, wild, and cruel divorcee. Am in need of petticoat rule, doggy training, and Transy training. Will be most rewarding to some lady, and will accept French lessons also.

Attractive young couple interested in quartets, sextets, and octets. No quintets or septets, please! Trios a possibility but must take audition.

Mature lady. Have dominant instincts and am actively interested in discipline, bondage, and other associated matters. I have all the necessary instruments and equipment and have had the experience of putting them to use (no fantasy). Have unusual interesting pictures.

Male, 40, overpoweringly affected by black rubber hip boots and gloves. Will submit completely to restraint and domination by black rubber-clad men. Those "Hip boots are made for walking." Rubber photo and phone number please, for prompt meeting.

Vivacious, 23, miss seeks biminded females and couples for pleasant get-togethers, consider trained animal, young attractive Negress or couple.

On Saturday night you too could dance with a transvestite who enjoys discipline and is an exponent of French culture or maybe with a plain simple girl sporting a fetish and a fixation. You may even learn to like it. The publishers of the Continental Spectator -- in whose publication the above ads appeared -- are running a candlelight party in -- where else -- the Mirror Room of the Riverside Plaza Terrace, at 253 West 73rd Street.

The equality of the sexes breaks down both in the publication and at the candlelight party. Girls may advertise free, but single males, couples, and groups have to pay. The same thing holds true at the party. Admission is $25 for a couple or a single male, but girls go free. Continental Spectator's only real inhospitality is directed toward postal inspectors. Everyone who wants to place an ad must sign a statement saying he is not a postal inspector. If you promise not to be a postal inspector, you can order a sample copy by sending $1 to: the Continental Spectator, 152 West 42nd Street, Suit 536, New York 10036.

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