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Atmosphere from the launch party for The Big Penis Book. Note: Nothing about this post is 100% SFW, nor is it porn. I came to know Dian Hanson—the glamazonian editor of the sensational new tome The Big Penis Book (Taschen, $59.99) — when she was the editor of the highly esteemed girlie mag Leg Show . Dian didn't found the leg-and-foot-fetish genre, but she may as well have, honing it to perfection through experimentation and understanding. When I first encountered her, she was ensconced in a sprawling office that was as exciting to enter as discovering the Bat Cave. Her lair sagged with elaborate costumes from porn shoots, oddities collected from around the world and a NordicTrack—if anyone needed to maintain her gams, it was she. And if anyone did (and does), it is she. Dian was one of the girlfriends in the movie Crumb , the outspoken one who intimidated him by tracing a man’s obsession with legs to looking up Mommy’s skirts. As willing as she could be to have a conversation, people would whisper reverentially about her stardom around the office. She was someone I’d never even heard of until I met her, but who I realized right away was some kind of legend I’d overlooked by virtue of the fact that I slept with men. Dian wrote throbbingly cerebral editor’s letters in each issue of Leg Show illustrated by her own poses, which were famous more for what they didn’t reveal—her face. Fans might suspect she looked like one of those Twil ...
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Atmosphere from the launch party for The Big Penis Book. Note: Nothing about this post is 100% SFW, nor is it porn. I came to know Dian Hanson—the glamazonian editor of the sensational new tome The Big Penis Book (Taschen, $59.99) — when she was the editor of the highly esteemed girlie mag Leg Show . Dian didn't found the leg-and-foot-fetish genre, but she may as well have, honing it to perfection through experimentation and understanding. When I first encountered her, she was ensconced in a sprawling office that was as exciting to enter as discovering the Bat Cave. Her lair sagged with elaborate costumes from porn shoots, oddities collected from around the world and a NordicTrack—if anyone needed to maintain her gams, it was she. And if anyone did (and does), it is she. Dian was one of the girlfriends in the movie Crumb , the outspoken one who intimidated him by tracing a man’s obsession with legs to looking up Mommy’s skirts. As willing as she could be to have a conversation, people would whisper reverentially about her stardom around the office. She was someone I’d never even heard of until I met her, but who I realized right away was some kind of legend I’d overlooked by virtue of the fact that I slept with men. Dian wrote throbbingly cerebral editor’s letters in each issue of Leg Show illustrated by her own poses, which were famous more for what they didn’t reveal—her face. Fans might suspect she looked like one of those Twil ...