I don’t know if people are more prudish now (getting worked up over things like peanuts, cupcakes and third-hand smoke around your children makes me say yes, pedophilia almost seems antiquated) but it just doesn’t seem like NAMBLA would send unsolicited publications to strangers, females no less, in this day and age.
The latest box of books that I haven’t seen in a decade and just arrived on my doorstep was full of surprises. It primarily contained full-sized color cover zines that I used to think were incredibly slick (most look less professional though no less charming, than I remembered) a 1966 Playboy (lots of exaggerated tan lines), those French Delacorta paperback mysteries that I think were popular in the ‘80s (they were with me, at least): Diva, Luna, Vida, etc.
But sitting right on top was a lovely NAMBLA bulletin with two copies of Gayme, their softcore by today’s standards (you can find much dirtier things on the internet) magazine. I had nearly forgotten about them. I was most amused by the included business-format letter requesting a copy of my zine (click to enlarge). I suppose child star loving transcends gender and social mores. I just hope I didn't get put on some FBI watch list.