Legends of Dominance - 53

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Legends of Dominance  - 53
by Mistress Michelle Peters et al.
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Dave Stevens

We Morn the Passing of Dave Stevens

See also Dave Stevens


Name: Dave Stevens
Birth date
29 July 1955
birthplace
Lynwood, California
Education
High school, Portland, OR.
Two years San Diego City College.
Miscellaneous art classes.
First Professional Work
1975: Tarzan comic strip inks over Russ Mannings pencils
  • Credits:
  • 1975: Tarzan comic strip
  • 1976: Fear & Laughter (Kitchen Sink), Quack (Star*Reach)
  • 1977-80: Miscellaneous inking and pinch-hitting
  • 1977-78: Storyboards
  • 1978-81: Animation work
  • 1975-82: Film art
  • 1982-ongoing: Rocketeer comic series
  • 1985-1991: Rocketeer film development
  • 1985-ongoing: Miscellaneous cover art and illustrations

Favorite Movies: A Portrait of Jennie, Citizen Kane, Third Man, Casablanca, King Kong, Field of Dreams, etc.


Favorite Fine Artists: N.C. Wyeth, Dean Cornwell, Gil Elvgren, J.C. Lyndecker, Robert McGinnis, Saul Tepper, John Lagatta, Sunbloom, George Petty, Alberto Vargas, Lawson Wood, Geo. Studdy, Mead Schaefer, Matt Clark, Edd Cartier, Harry Roundtree, Walter Baumhoffer, Geo. Rosen, Dalton Stevens, Sir William Russell Flint, etc.

Favorite Comics Artists: Frank Frazetta, Hal Foster, Roy Crane, Lou Fine, Reed Crandall, Maurice Whitman, Jim Steranko, Jack Kirby, Joe Kubert, Will Eisner, Wally Wood, Yves Chaland, Denis Sire, Mark Schultz, Franco Saudelli, A.H. Palacios, Vatine, etc.

Pet Peeves: Bad reproduction and color sepias, and corporate lawyers


Over on the Frank Cho list, I saw the horrible news about Dave Stevens dying from leukemia.

Just got word from Mike Kaluta that Dave passed away today. Tremendous loss to our field. Very sad news.>> - Joe Jusko

Just received words that Dave Stevens, the creator of Rocketeer, has passed away yesterday.

Dave Stevens was one of the best artists of his generation, ushering in the "good girl" art trend back into comics, and reintroducing the fabulous pin-up model, Bettie Page, to a whole new generation.

Rest in peace Dave. - Frank Cho

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I'd been hearing rumors on and off for months about Dave's health, but Dave was so private a person he never wanted anyone talking about what was happening with him.

I hadn't had any response to my last few emails, and began to suspect that things were indeed as bad as the rumor mill let on.

Dave was a wonderful talent, and was exceptionally friendly to me every time we'd meet.

He and I were born the same year, Dave less than a month older than I, and until today, he was my favorite living artist.

This is unbelievably sad.

Mark Evanier has a nice tribute here: Click here: news from me - ARCHIVES#014911014911

Best wishes! - Ray Cuthbert

The Trainer - Frank Tanner

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Goddess Natasha

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Goddess Natasha owner of Natasha's Chateau


Irving Klaw

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Irving Klaw with Bettie Page

Photographer Irving Klaw ran a mail-order business selling photographs and film of attractive women in bondage from the 1940s to the 1960s. He was one of the first fetish photographers, and his model Bettie Page became the first famous bondage model.

He was born in Brooklyn, New York, USA on November 9, 1911.

His family business, Movie Star News, started as a magazine store. Due to customer demand, he and his sister Paula started selling bondage and fetish photos using burlesque dancers like Baby Lake, Tempest Storm, and Blaze Starr as models. Very few of Klaw's photographs featured any nudity.

In the 1950s, Irving Klaw became known as the "King of Pin-Up". He made several films, the most well known being Varietease (1954) and Teaserama (1955), both of which feature Bettie Page (and were released on DVD in the USA in 2000).

The "Kefauver Hearings" of the Subcommittee to Investigate Juvenile Delinquency in the United States marked the beginning of the end of Irving Klaw's mail-order photography business.

In 1955, Irving Klaw became subjected to a senate investigation witch hunt. The investigation attacked comic books citing the fact that many juvenile delinquents had read them. It also tried to link pornography with juvenile delinquency. Robert Kennedy, as Attorney General, joined in on the attack.

Because of the political and social pressure Irving Klaw faced, he eventually quit the business, burning his negatives when he went. (It is estimated that more than 80% of the negatives were destroyed). Paula Klaw secretly kept in her possession some of the better images that we are still enjoying today.

Irving Klaw died Labor Day weekend, 1966 due to complications from an untreated appendicitis. He was survived by two sons, Arthur and Jeffrey.

See also [ Bettie Page ]

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Eric Stanton

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Eric Stanton
(1926 - 1999)
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He was born Ernest A. Stanton in Brooklyn, NY on September 20th, 1926, and became world famous for his artwork. He had worked for the Daily News in NY as a cartoonist and the Brooklyn Mirror where he drew the comic strip "Smiling Jack". He was also a co-creator of Spiderman Comics, involved in the first three issues and also created "Sweeter Gwen" and "Blunder Broad" comic strips.

He was a World War II Veteran serving with the Navy and a member of the VFW in Clinton. Besides his wife, he is survived by three sons, a daughter and a grandchild. His children keep his legend alive with Stanton Archives.

He had a very rich life which even included a brief stint as a knife-thrower in a Russian restaurant just after he left the Navy. His first love was erotic art, so he wrote a letter to Irving Klaw for an interview. They became very good friends and Klaw published his first comic book stories.

Working with him had its perks, one of which was placing Bettie Page and the other models in bondage. Eric never minded that!

When the New York Police Dept. came down on Klaw, Eric showed his loyalty by refusing to testify though it meant the inevitable destruction of much of his earlier work. His pieces were said to have been incinerated, though many pieces have shown up in private collections worldwide.

He went on to draw for LEG SHOW and HUSTLER turning Hugh Hefner and PLAYBOY away because his page rate didnΓÇÖt meet EricΓÇÖs standards. He even put out a series of films called "Sweeter Gwen" which featured his wife, Britt.

Glittering Images

Can common places, just as Maxims, be considered folk wisdom? I hope so, because I am going to spend one of them to introduce you to Eric Stanton, legendary angel of the bizarre. It sounds like this: "If Stanton didn't exist he should be invented". Actually, for a long time, it seemed to be true - in other words that it could just be a nom de plume adopted by a group of artists determined to remain anonymous. More recently this seemed to be the case with other prolific authors of best-sellers, namely Harold Robbins and Wilbur Smith, at least until the two decided to give interviews and to show themselves in public to prove their own existence. Stanton, reserved as he is, has never submitted to such chores with the only exceptions of an exhibition (it still remains unique throughout his career!) at the Danceteria in New York, and some rare interviews. One of these was given to yours truly in 1979, so I can testify to the fact that Eric Stanton exists, is alive and well, and working, if not with us, at least for us. Rumors of his presumed non-existence were based upon his long-lasting activity, covering a period of more than 40 years, and upon his ability to treat with the same confidence all those themes which are commonly labeled "bizarre". Since then, I have met with him at least twice every year and, even though some of his mysteries remain, others have been unveiled, so that I am now working on his biography. It will be the first to be published.

Stanton was born on the 30th of September 1926, in Brooklyn, New York, between Atlantic Avenue and Pacific (on the sea as he jokingly says), to a family of Russian origins but with unexpected Italian blood in its' veins (his father's surname was D'Andrea). He was forced to interrupt his studies, during the Second World War, to become a radio operator on a torpedo boat in the Pacific war against Japan. When he came back home he tried various jobs (a well established cliché in every American biography!) - Knife-thrower, waiter, and grave-digger to name but a few - until he finally met Irving Klaw, the 'King of Pin-ups'. He began to work for him, and the collaboration continued until Klaw's death in 1964. Stanton is a self-made man - he only took his first formal drawing lessons in 1952 when he was already working full-time. Actually it was Klaw who convinced him to attend the School of Visual Arts. Stanton repaid him by polishing his style, and by later introducing Klaw to another great, the late Gene Bilbrew, a.k.a. 'Eneg'. After Klaw's death, Stanton became a freelance who only occasionally worked for other publishers, preferring instead to create 'The Stanton Archives', a collection of graphic booklets, photocopies, movies and photo sets that represent the production of more than forty years of artistic activity. This is how he makes his living now - a sort of underground network distributed by mail to his many fans. It works like this: He has some rich buyers, what are traditionally known as patrons, and they place orders for various subjects. (This is how three of Stanton's best sellers were born; 'The Princkazons', 'The Hairy Princesses' and his legendary 'Fighting Girls') When the story is ready what the buyer pays for is not just the right to have it before it is published, but also to keep the original drawings for him-self for many years. What Stanton keeps for him-self are the copies, the same the regular buyers get, and the right to reproduce and distribute them. These photocopies are the only way to get some of his stories, true rarities, sometimes, that will never be widely published. This is how Blunder Broad was born: to satisfy the explicit request of a wealthy and unknown buyer with a penchant for Damsels in Distress. The customer wanted a story about a superheroine who, unlike the other superheroines, "blundered" her way to a "sex"cessful conclusion of her mission. Eric delivered. Neither Stanton nor his writer Turk Winter, who, by the way, is a well-known author of popular novels, are psychologists but their collaboration is a long-lasting one. What was originally intended as nothing more than a divertissement has become a serious commitment in which different themes are presented without discrimination. "Bisexuality? Masochism? Sadism? Bondage? Pissing? Name whatever you like, I have done it. Because they are all important to my readers." he says. Surprise!! The heterosexual Stanton has done several homosexual stories, too. Nowadays, this 'Dallas' of fetishism has reached its' 38th chapter and its' author is working on a new episode: Blunder Broad in Wonderland. Well, now you probably understand why, after being inspired by John Willie, Stanton is considered a master in his own right as well as a source of inspiration for Allen Jones.

Allen Jones, among others, and also why some of his patrons once compared him (There is a letter to prove this!) to Toulouse Lautrec, who was able to understand and paint the world of prostitution; or to Vincent Van Gogh who struggled all his life with critics' hostility and his financial problems. Long life to Blunder Broad, the heroine who is now celebrating her twentieth birthday of printed adventures and is now making her debut in this elite comic. And let us pay homage to Eric Stanton who ""if he didn't exist, should be invented""

Reprinted from Glittering Images' 1991 Publication "Blunder Broad - A Comix Serial" Author, Introduction: Marco Giovannini.

Eric Stanton

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This was a early Eric Stanton drawing done for Corporal Magazine No. 54 , 1972 . The letters to the editor were answered by usually someone that worked in the office of Consolidated Publishing and a lot of time Lenny Burtman himself. Consolidated Publishing was one of Lenny Burtman companies

Dear Sirs;

Mine is a very unusual experience, and I am sure that it does not happen to very many men. I am 35 years old, and employed as bookkeeper in a manufacturing firm. It is a good job, but there are certain complications.

I'll start at the beginning.

Wanda Jones, our office manager, is a very clever woman, just about my age, tall, slim, lovely dark hair worn in a severe style which compliments her feline features. It took great courage for me to invite her out to dinner one evening after I had been with the company for six months, and much to my surprise, she accepted.

We went to a very fashionable restaurant for dinner, then afterwards to an exclusive nightclub for more drinks and a floor show. It was quite late when I brought her back to her apartment. At the door, I wondered whether I dared to try kiss her goodnight, but again I was pleasantly surprised. I found her to be a most passionate woman, and we lingered there until she said, "Jack, it is getting late and tomorrow is a work day. You won't mind if I don't invite you in for a nightcap?"

I said no, and kissed her again and virtually whistled my way out of the luxury building where she lived.

The next day at the office, things went as usual. She being cold, efficient and sophisticated, but she managed to give me a brief smile when no one was looking.

Soon we were dating quite regularly. I was quite amazed that she would find me attractive enough to keep dating me. Not that I am really square or weird. No, I'm a normal he-man, not bad looking with an athletic build.

It's just that if you ever saw Wanda, you too would stand in awe of her, she is that striking. Then one night, when I was to pick her up at eight o'clock, I arrived .an hour late because I had stopped off at a local bar 'to have a few drinks with some of the boys. When I did show up, my breath smelled of alcohol and I was just a bit unsteady on my feet, not having had my dinner before I started drinking.

"You're late," said Wanda.

"Have you had your dinner?"

I said no, let's go out for a bite, but she insisted on fixing me up something there in her apartment. After dinner I felt quite sheepish and apologized most profusely for having been so late, and for not phoning her to let her know.

"Jack," she smiled, "Are you tired of seeing me?"

"Oh no, darling. You know that! I don't know whatever possessed me to behave so badly."

"I think I know," she purred like a Siamese cat.

"And I think I know just what to do about it."

"Again I apologize," I apologize," I said, and it was at that moment that I realized that I realized I was truly in love with Wanda. But before I could say it, she cut me off with: "You are in love with me, aren't you?"

"Yes darling. I am in love with you. More than anything."

"Well then, I think we should come to an understanding. Please get undressed."


I can't say that I wasn't shocked by this offer, but I wasn't going to turn it down and within a minute or so, there I stood in front of her, naked as the day I was born.

She was dressed in a filmy black negligee that left only a desirable amount to the imagination, and black satin mules with very high heels.

I went to put my arms around her but she stepped back and said, "No, darling, not yet. First I want to be sure that you really do love me."

I tried to reassure her but she insisted that I had to prove it.

"If you really love me, you'll prove to me that you are contritely sorry for treating me so badly tonight."

"Darling, I am sorry, truly I am. What more can I do?"

"You can submit to punishment voluntarily with a promise to do exactly as I say until you have been sufficiently punished for your misdeeds."

Her voice was cool, and demanding.

Laughingly, I agreed. But if I had known what she had in mind, there would have been no joy in my laughter, you can be sure.

"Come here," she ordered sternly, as she set down on the chesterfield.

"Now across my knees...."

I started to protest, then laughed at her and agreed to go along with this silly little display.I'm quite tall, and this meant that I was lying full length across the chesterfield, my backside sticking up, making a pretty good target for her as she balanced me on her knees.

Without a further word she started slapping my big behind with her slender hand.

Although it produced a sting of sorts, it also produced a not unpleasant sensation and I was actually enjoying this so-called punishment. After a while, it did begin to feel a little confining.

"Your backside is just too darling," she complained.

"We'll have to try something else."

I got up and smiled at her.

"I guess, darling, that you'll have to settle for a sincere apology from me, and a kiss and a hug for now." I put my arms around her.

"Not yet, Jack, I said," she countered.

Then she made me push the chesterfield into the middle of the room, and lie over the back of it. This meant my backside was perched up high on the back rest, my feet touching the floor and my head resting on the cushions in front. It was a very awkward position.

Smack! I nearly leaped through the ceiling. As I turned my head to see what hit me, I saw Wanda bringing down the punishment piece again. Swish! Smack!

It was a thin black woven whip, with a delicate silver handle. Her eyes were glistening as she brought this terrible thing across my backside, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips.

Smack! Down it came again and again, cutting across my wide posterior.

"Hey now, d-don't darling...that hurts!" I implored.

"It's meant to," she said, pushing my face into the pillows as she cracked that whip first on one side of my buttocks, then the other from the very top right down to the back of my hairy legs.

"Ooohhh.-.Eeeee...please, sweetheart, please, don't...I'll never do it again. Ouch!" I was begging for her to stop. But the cutting whip kept coming down across my backside with more and more force.

My rear end felt like it had a hundred fires in it, every part was equally hot and burning. The entire area was well represented.

And soon I was in tears, blubbering like an infant, begging, pleading, whining, crying...and still that whip cut away at my buttocks. Smack!

"Wandaaaaa...darling...OOOhhhhh...please. Owww!" I couldn't even talk now, but still she kept it up.

And finally, when I thought I would faint, she stopped.

Gently she helped me to my feet and guided me around to the front of the chesterfield. I lay down on my front afraid even to touch my pained buttocks. I was sure they were raw and bleeding, but as it happened, red and marked they were, but with no lasting damage. All of a sudden I felt a cool, soothing sensation through the burning heat.

Looking back over my shoulder I saw Wanda administering cold cream lotion very gently to that bed of fire.

I stayed at Wanda's apartment that night...no, not on the chesterfield, in her bedroom, and but for the discomfort of my backside this particular night was more than up to my fondest desires or expectations.

Things haven't changed at the office, even though she has subjected me to at least a dozen whippings up to now, most of them not quite so severe as that first one, but I wonder if I marry Wanda, will I ever be able to get the upper hand?

Or will it be a matter of sheer domination on her part and utter submission on mine?

I can't say that I would mind it, but sometimes she becomes so demanding that I have to obey her every whim or get a severe whipping. She seems to be getting more inclined in that direction as time goes on. Does marriage temper such a situation or does it make it more intense? I just don't know.

Jack....

Ed note: We haven't a clue, Jack. but could be our readers have some ideas.

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