This is an old question that’s been tossed around for years. I would need to devote a huge amount of time to scientifically research this subject, so I’ll have to pass. Statistically, I’d guess that redheads don’t have the edge any more than brunettes or blondes do.
Seamus asked if Dave and I could compile a list of Irish and Irish-American all-time great bra-busters. Here’s one fair-skinned SCORE Girl I would include: Brandy Dean from Ohio.
Brandy has Irish-American heritage. Her 38DDD Irish taters also have areolae so large, I think of her when the waitress at the International House of Pancakes brings my short stack of buttermilk pancakes.
SCORE and Brandy have a history. Miss Dean’s first appearance was in the Holiday ’01 issue, but before that, her first photos were published in the October ’99 Naughty Neighbors when she was a newcomer discovered by Kayla Kleevage.
Brandy always looks the same. She never changes. I’m guessing she keeps that pale skin out of the sun.
Surprisingly enough, big-tit hounds don’t approach Brandy like you’d think they would. I mean, look at the cleavage on this girl. I’m sure it doesn’t bite.
“Guys look,” Brandy said. “I can see that they’re looking, but they don’t come up and talk to me. Maybe they’re intimidated. At least that’s what I think.”
It’s hard to believe, but that’s what Brandy said.
Do me a favor. If you ever see Brandy, at least please say hello to her.
I personally think St. Patrick’s Day was promoted and played up so busty Irish-American redheads would be induced to go barhopping after work and get drunk or take off work to stand in the street and watch the parades.
It’s all about her fantastic ass, ripe and ready for the cock for the first time on-camera.
“Oh yeah, all about it,” says Felicia with a coy smile.
“My very first ever! Ever, ever,” Felicia emphasizes, adding some body English with a two-handed gesture.
Yes, it’s booty call time for cheeky V-mag covergirl Felicia Clover (May ’13) and her luscious ass.
SCORELAND has the honor of documenting Felicia’s anal cherry busting.
For which we are very grateful.
“You know, a guy called me a ‘Whooty,’ and I had to Google it, and it means ‘a white girl with a big booty.’ So, I guess I am a Whooty,” said Felicia, whose luscious trunk is packed with plenty of sexy junk.
If ever there was a butt made for boffing, that butt belongs to Felicia Clover.
It’s a special thing when a girl gives up her ass.
And even more special with Valentine’s Day coming up.
I repeat: where have all the busty strippers gone?
Many of our newer models come from the web-cam community. Anjii Ross, Harmony White, Felicia Clover, Sabrina Linn, Brandi Sparks, Nikki Smith, Melissa Manning, Marilyn Mayson and more are web-cam girls. They play with themselves in their bedrooms with a camera running while guys at home watch by the minute on their computers.
I grew up going to strip clubs and I still go, although big-boobed Florida strippers are extremely rare. A local photographer who visits all the clubs here agrees with me. (He discovered Jezhabelle.)
Are big-titty girls no longer taking jobs in strip clubs? What’s going on? Strip clubs used to be great places to find SCORE and Voluptuous models.
When I started at SCORE, EVERY model was an exotic dancer or a showgirl. And now only a handful of new models are strippers.
Alura Jenson. The image of Crystal Gunns looks on.
Alura Jenson is a recent arrival. She strips at the all-nude, liquor-serving Palomino Club in North Las Vegas. I lived in Vegas in the ’90s and know the place. They used to have an old-school comic named Artie Brooks bringing on the girls.
Claudia Kealoha is a dancer in Fort Lauderdale, last I knew. She reads books by the famous Czech author Milan Kundera, by the way. He’d probably like knowing Claudia’s a fan.
Julia Juggs (Julia Sands) is a dancer and shakes it at Foxy’s, also in Las Vegas. That’s why she was perfect for the XL Girls movie Big Girl Strip Club.
Kalila Kane was a stripper, but now she’s a building contractor. Personally, I’d rather see her stripping on stage than writing up estimates.
Natasha Dulce dances in Tampa, a popular city for bars that bare titty. She was fired from McDonalds, became a stripper and found her way here.
Claudia Kealoha. I can't get the Hawaii 5-0 theme out of my head.
And last I knew, Daylene Rio was dancing at the Hawaii Theater in the City of Industry, California. Stephanie Stalls travels from club to club in North America, like Frank Day’s in South Dakota.
But this is just a fraction of the models compared to the big days of big-boobed stripper/models in our mags.
I have to wonder why busty girls don’t dance in strip clubs anymore. Am I missing some obvious reason? Is it easier for them to just turn on a computer and not have to drive to a club?
How come Sheridan Love, Maggie Green, Maserati, Melissa Manning, Kitana Flores and others are not dancing in strip clubs, if not full-time, then part-time?
Where have all the big-boobed exotic dancers gone? Anyone know?
I told you guys last week that I had a big announcement and here it is…
The time has come for me to bow out and bid you all farewell.
I know, I know…I am sad about it, too. 🙁
After many, many years as your V-mag editor and a couple of years as one of your SCORELAND Blog editors, I am embarking on a new journey in marketing and hanging up my…uh…keyboard?
It was a tough decision to make, leaving behind all of the great people I work with here. I mean, I am sure that everyone thinks I will miss the tits and ass the most, (Of course I will miss it…) but what I really will miss is laughing and joking with the great folks here like Elliot and Dave and all the other staff that makes it happen everyday.
My journey started here in 2004 when I started working here as an archive clerk in our image library. Many years later, I sit at the helm of V-mag, and this editor gig is one of the best jobs I have ever had. Sure, the boobs are great. Yeah, being THISCLOSE to the models is fun. But really, I think the best part about V-mag is all the loyal fans and readers. You guys are great and I will think of you all often.
As I type this, I remember all of the amazing moments we have shared. Writing and then heading to Hungary to film Busty Riding Academy with Dave is a highlight for me. Writing Boob Science with Elliot is another. Interviewing Kelly Shibari and falling through the studio floor is a great one. Teaching Jenna Valentine how to make her boobs bounce is one of the best. lol
And all of the memories would not have been possible without all of you…the fans.
I would like to thank all of you for chatting with me via the Blog and Boobmail for so many years. I would also like to thank all the lovely models who participated in my blog videos. Kelly Shibari, Kaytee Carter, Jenna Valentine, Renee Ross, Melissa Manning, Siri, Marilyn Mayson and Molly Howard, Maserati…just to name a few. You ladies are not only beautiful but hilarious and great fun to be around. Truly.
Also…you have amazing tits. 😉 Thanks for shaking them in my direction for all these years.
And now, because I hate goodbyes, especially ones that are so sad, I want to leave you with a parting gift to remember me by.
A few years ago while filming K-JUGS, I was called in to do one of my first blog videos ever with Renee Ross. We were doing a segment with boxing gloves, and I happened to have my boxing gear with me. (I have boxed since I was a kid.) I wanted Renee to jump rope topless for me (and she tried really hard, bless her heart lol) so I could watch her boobs bounce. While this was happening, I actually offered to jump rope with her for a few moments and try and show her how to do it. The moment was captured by one of our video editors, Lester, and has never before been seen. (It ended up on the cutting room floor before K-JUGS was released.)
When I thought about what I would say here, at the end of our journey together, I wanted it to be memorable and poignant.
Then I thought, “Why not just show them the jumping rope footage?”
Personally, I think it’s quite funny and a great moment in SCORELAND studio history.
And I laugh the whole time. And that’s how I want you to remember me…laughing and having a great time with our models.
So, without further ado, I present to you my farewell…an opus about jumping rope.
I like a beer-drinking woman, especially when she’s hoisting one over bare cleavage mounds.
What is it with the spilling?
I think babes and beer is an unbeatable combo.
Did you know:
Canadian scientists claim that more than 43% of women drink beer weekly.
Women drink 25% of the beer in America.
Many brewers in ancient times were women. By the 1700s, many European brewers were women.
Women are more attracted to specialty beers than the major brands.
Ninkasi is the name of the Sumerian Goddess of beer in ancient times. She gave the world the secret of beer brewing.
The Zulu Goddess of beer is named Mbaba Mwana Waresa.
In Slavic and Baltic mythology, Raugutiene was known as the Goddess of beer.
Gya not only drinks beer, she lines up her next one.
The Great Yorkshire Brewery in the UK brews a black lager called Yasigi named after the African Goddess of beer, “known for her love of partying and extremely large breasts.”
Kaiser Wilhelm II allegedly wrote, “Give me a woman who truly loves beer and I will conquer the world.” (History proves that didn’t work out too well for him.)
It would be the greatest day of your life if Renee showed up at your table like this.
St. Pauli Girl is the best known but there are other beer brands with girls on their labels such as Southern Star Bombshell Blonde, Middle Ages Double Wench and (I’m not kidding) Coney Island Sword Swallower.
In the ’90s, I wrote in SCORE‘s “Boob Beat” column about an entrepreneur in Newport Beach, California who started a beer company called Wanker. Sexy bikini girls were printed on the Wanker bottle labels.
Siri likes good head.
The combination of babes and beer always brews good spirits in me. Here are a few of my favorite hot SCORE and Voluptuous Girls in a beery mood.
Kerry Marie's birthday is December 9. She's with Lorna Morgan in this photo from Key Largo in 2001. UK girls like beer.
This weekend, two things happened to me which are noteworthy.
The first is that I was suckered with pizza and beer into helping a friend paint his new apartment . (Really, I did it because I am a good friend, but beer always improves house painting, I think.)
The second is that I found myself at Home Depot buying paint.
While that is not of note necessarily, what happened at this hardware mecca is.
You see, when I go to Home Depot, I get hit on alllllllllllll the time. It’s a store fueled by testosterone and tools. Within its confines, you will find all kinds of men doing and buying things that are manly. Husbands, construction worker types, college-aged jocks, burly older types all walking around and checking out the goods.
And by the goods, I mean the few women that are in the store looking lost and unsure of themselves. (Tools and home improvement are not most women’s cup of tea.) So, whenever I find myself at Home Depot, there are men looking at my boobs in every aisle.
Sometimes they approach me and sometimes they just gawk at me, but the bottom line is, if you have a big rack like I do, or a big ass like most of the women in Miami do, you are getting hit on. That is a fact.
Women approaching women in stores and striking up conversations about tits doesn't JUST happen in pornos.
That is why I was so confused when this tiny old lady came up to me and in very hushed tones asked me if I spoke Spanish. When I replied that I did, she leaned in and asked me where I bought my bras.
“My daughter,” she said while motioning with her head to a busty teen girl about 10 feet away. “She has big breasts like you and her bras don’t fit her right. Her breasts don’t look nice. Yours look nice. Where can I buy her the right bras?”
Now, the guys who I was with all looked shocked that this woman was discussing my breasts and comparing them to her daughter’s, too. But I didn’t even bat an eyelash. Maybe it’s because I work in porn. Or maybe it’s because I am used to people talking about my breasts. I just launched into an explanation about the importance of getting fitted for a bra and knowing your true bra size.
After a few minutes, I could tell that this mother, who had tiny breasts by the way, was not understanding what I was saying. Maybe it was my Spanish? Or maybe, because she didn’t have big breasts, she just didn’t understand the process of finding a bra that fit.
I then offered to speak to her daughter directly.
I walked up to the girl, who looked to be dying of embarrassment at the moment, and told her, “Your mom says you are having trouble finding bras…”
And instead of having an open conversation about what was clearly a problem for her (Her wrong-sized bra was riding up her back and her breasts were being pulled down by too-small, ill-fitting bra cups.), she totally freaked out.
“I don’t have a problem with my bra. I am fine,” she replied nervously.
“I can help you figure out what the problem is so they fit better,” I said.
“No, no. I am okay,” she countered. And then she walked away and I turned to her mother and said, “She doesn’t seem to think she needs help with her bras. I hope I gave you the info you needed.”
And that was that.
But I realized right there and then that this girl was suffering from Boob Shame. She was at the awkward stage of having big boobs where you try to deny their bigness because you don’t want to look different from everyone else. She was in denial and didn’t even want to talk about her boobs because they embarrassed her. Granted, I’m a stranger, and maybe she was uncomfortable talking to me about them, but she looked like she couldn’t talk to anyone about them. If she did, she would have asked someone, maybe at one of the many stores her mother mentioned that she’d been to, about her bra size.
It made me realize and remember how tough it is to have big boobs when you are younger. Young women have to come to grips with their big boobs and embrace that they are going to be big and that’s that. But it’s tough. In a world full of flatties, busty girls stick out like a sore thumb. And at a young age, they deal with a lot of teasing and terrorizing by their less-busty class mates and peers. I can’t tell you how many busty models have told me stories about being teased and ridiculed at the age when their boobs started growing bigger than their friends’ boobs. I can’t tell you how difficult and frustrating it was for me to find bras when I was younger.
I saw Little Miss Boob Shame again at the checkout, and she was covering her boobs with crossed arms and looking notably upset. I didn’t want to push the envelope further, but I walked over and handed her my number.
“I know it’s embarrassing to talk about, but if you ever want some advice on how to buy the right bra, you can contact me,” I said. And then I walked away.
And that was that.
I hope she calls.
If I can help her embrace her top-heaviness at a young age, she will have an easier time adjusting to them overall.
And that’s how we do away with Boob Shame…one pair at a time.
“You’re the cutest thing I ever did see. I really love your peaches, I wanna shake your tree.”
“Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove.”
Pick-up lines, aka ice-breakers, can either work because the lines are so dumb and cheesy that they make a girl laugh or fall totally flat because she thinks it’s an obnoxious approach.
It doesn’t matter if you made it up or you stole it from a popular song lyric like the ones above. Me, I think the lyrics in songs are the all-time cheesiest and sleaziest, but I think they worked for the guys in Led Zeppelin.
Most of the SCORE Girls we’ve talked to over the years say to not bother with pick-up lines and just be yourself.
Here’s another round of the worst pick-up-lines SCORE Girls say they’ve gotten. And after your check them out, check out a new set of Anjii Ross pix at SCORELAND.
Melissa Manning: "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"
Morgan Page: "You remind me of my pinky toe 'cause I know one day I'm going to bang you on my coffee table."
Sadie Blooms: "Listen, I'm not good with pick-up lines so what pick-up line should I use to interest you?"
Anjii Ross: "Do you wash your clothes in Windex? Because I can see myself in your pants."
Jugs, melons, tits, hooters, bazooms, knockers, headlights, boobs and sweater stretchers. Just a few beloved slang terms for female breasts.
What do they call boobs in other languages? I have pondered this subject for a long time.
So I hit the books and did my research, coming up with this compilation of titty terms from around the globe. And globes is yet another boobish word, come to think of it.
Afrikaans: bors
Arabic: biz
Chinese: nu nu
Finnish: rintas
French: poitrines; seines; mamelles
German: mopse; titten
Hungarian: cici; didi; didko; mell
Indonesian: dadas
Italian: zinne
Japanese: oppai; kyonyuu (huge breasts); dekapai (huge breasts described in a dirty way)
Macedonian: cicki
Norwegian: brysters
Portuguese: peitos
Polish: cycki
Quebecois: boules
Romanian: tites
Russian: siski
Spanish: chichis; repisas; tetas,
Swahili: kifua
Swedish: tuttar; brosters
Swiss-German: chabis
Yap (Micronesia): thuuth
So now we can all say knockers in Yap. Who says we are not in search of academic excellence at SCORE?
If SCORELAND Blog readers know of any titular expressions in other languages, feel free to comment below.
Has a girl ever flashed her tits at you in public?
And I don’t mean streetwalkers.
It’s happened a couple of times to me. The one I remember the most was in New Orleans at night during Mardi Gras week. This was before the flash-for-beads craze really took off. A girl and her girlfriends passed me and my friends on the street. We locked pupils, and she pulled down her tank and stuck her tongue out at me. Of course, I lost her in the crowd so that was that. But at least it was a perfect introduction because she had a nice, big pair. Mardi Gras and other carnival events around the world seem to be the most-common places for girls flashing, probably because everyone’s got a few drinks in them and their inhibitions are down.
Sasha Monet has a way to flag down highway help.
Celebrities get flashed a lot, especially entertainers. Girls will bare their chests for an autograph on their tits, too. Great lifestyle if you can get it. Very few do.
I didn’t know this, but flashing goes back to the Fifth Century BC when women flashed during festivals.
There are different kinds of flashing like mooning (more an act of defiance than teasing), streaking (which Linsey Dawn McKenzie did during an England vs. West Indies cricket match and during a charity football match) and something called anasyrma, which is when a girl lifts her skirt to show she’s not wearing panties. Yeah, there’s a scientific name for that.
XLGirl Charlie Cooper is one of the few models who’s talked about flashing. She lives in St. Louis, which also celebrates Mardi Gras. “St. Louis is the second-largest celebration in the country and trust me, I get bags of beads. The thing is when you go to Mardi Gras, you’re not supposed to flash. But the police will even ask to see and they’ll give you beads. But if you’re not careful, you can get a ticket. But I’ve never gotten a ticket in all my years of going. I go in a normal outfit, just something nice that I would wear out. And something that’s accessible from the top because I don’t want to lift up my shirt. I want to pull ’em out.”
Lori Pleasure may not be a flasher in the strictest definition of the word, but she’s practically topless when she wears her Wicked Temptation outfits in public. But I’d bet that she has flashed guys.
Shopping is a pleasure with Lori Pleasure.
Then there is the now-classic layout of Niki Knockers flashing all over Manhattan for the March 2000 SCORE, a fast sell-out because it was Chelsea Charms’ cover debut issue.
How Miss Knockers didn't attract a flash mob is beyond me.
Usually the police will ticket a flasher for showing her tits if they catch her in the act. I think this law should be wiped off the books.
A pair of boobs and nipples has never hurt anyone.
