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a sensitive issue. Either they’re wary about divulging warehouse<br />
locations, or they’re embarrassed about the unorganized<br />
conditions. Or perhaps I haven’t sufficiently groveled<br />
enough to worm my way into the inner circle. As an alternative,<br />
Howard Ruppel does agree to give me a tour of the<br />
Institute’s libraries, which contain thousands of Archive items<br />
considered important and useful enough to be made readily<br />
available for students.<br />
“Get your galoshes on,” he jokes, and we walk down a hallway<br />
garnished with colored drawings of wild sexual scenarios:<br />
a cartoon of a doctor sneaking pills to his beautiful,<br />
naked female patient, a Commedia Del Arté clown engaging<br />
in cunnilingus, a group of nude Rubenesque women in a pile,<br />
a woman tied up and getting spanked, an old man examining<br />
a young girl in his lap, a soldier surprising his friend in a bed of<br />
hay with a woman. According to a provenance,<br />
these items come from a four-volume work titled<br />
Bilder Lexicon, published in Germany from<br />
1928 to 1930, which was banned by the Nazis.<br />
Howard explains that historians have turned<br />
up copies of these books with burnt bindings,<br />
suggesting that they were removed from fires<br />
in the nick of time. He points at one drawing: “Look at this<br />
one. That looks like an enema.” He taps the drawing with a<br />
finger. “I never noticed that before. Huh. An enema bag.”<br />
The next room, with a circular table and chairs, is where students<br />
relax between classes. It’s called the Mac Room, so<br />
named after the late Dr. Don McAllister, an early Institute<br />
member who also contributed designs for the Doc Johnson<br />
sex-toy company. Beautifully carved dildos fill a glass case.<br />
On another wall is a plaster cast made of a woman’s bare<br />
torso, supposedly a prominent Hollywood actress “known<br />
primarily for her legs.” Howard refuses to tell me who it is. I<br />
examine it more closely. She appeared to be wearing Levi’s<br />
jeans. One of the original Charlie’s Angels, perhaps?<br />
He shows me the hot-tub room, an area with floors and walls<br />
covered with redwood. A few fake plants decorate a corner.<br />
The tubs were used a lot more in the past, he says. Students<br />
and faculty would hop in for a dip after classes. These days,<br />
students are more inclined to go home and do their work after<br />
hours by themselves.<br />
We then enter a room of the library, lined with books, scholarly<br />
papers, and bankers boxes stacked to the ceiling. Howard<br />
then ushers me into the video room, walls and walls of Beta<br />
and VHS tapes. And what might the students be studying?<br />
Bunbusters. Edward Penishands. Women Loving Women.<br />
The Dirty Debutantes series. Evolutionary Masturbation. Bizet’s<br />
Carmen?<br />
What are the new trends in porn? I ask.<br />
“The anal is very popular.” Howard gestures to a wall of<br />
tapes. I follow him around a corner. “B and D [bondage and<br />
discipline] stuff in here. Over in this corner, all the extreme<br />
stuff, from Germany. The urination stuff.”<br />
Howard says that more sensitive materials, involving celebrities<br />
and semi-illegal activities, are safely stored under lock<br />
and key, available only upon serious request. Much of this<br />
library comes from people whom you and I might call “pornhounds.”<br />
But to the Institute, these salivating pervs constitute<br />
a valuable resource.<br />
“Some people think they’re going to live forever.” Howard<br />
shakes his head. Collectors often promise their archives to<br />
the Institute, then refuse, not wanting to give up the goods<br />
just yet. Sometimes these people will pass away without<br />
On the final day, students are<br />
subjected to the Institute’s most<br />
controversial educational tool,<br />
a 45-minute multimedia barrage<br />
called the Fuck-A-Rama.<br />
leaving their collection to the school. The Institute will “discreetly”<br />
approach the deceased’s heirs, hoping to snag the<br />
porn. But the executors often are disgusted upon discovering<br />
Dad’s smut library, and they throw it away. Howard grows<br />
somber when he speaks of this. Clearly, it’s been an ongoing<br />
problem.<br />
He introduces me to librarian Jerry Zentara, who is reviewing<br />
a pile of postcards depicting muscled, nude men. Jerry also<br />
wears a graying ponytail and possesses the ultimate openness<br />
of someone who’s seen just about every conceivable<br />
type of erotica man has ever produced. Whatever donations<br />
come through the door—films, books, videos, periodicals,<br />
pop-culture ephemera—Jerry opens the boxes, appraises<br />
their value, then files and catalogs everything and sends the<br />
least-usable items off to a warehouse.<br />
I ask Jerry if he’s completely jaded or if he can still be<br />
shocked.<br />
“Disgusted, but never shocked,” he replies. “Mostly, it’s the<br />
same old stuff.”<br />
What are the most commonly donated items?<br />
He sighs. “We’re not interested in any more copies of The<br />
Hite Report.” (A 1970s collection of women’s questionnaire<br />
answers about their sex lives.)<br />
“We want more fetish collections,” he continues. “We have<br />
a pretty good collection of sex toys. It could always stand<br />
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