When it comes to phallic imagery, it doesn’t get much more blatant than the image of a woman riding a rocket. It doesn’t take a Freudian psychologist to pick up on the less-than-subtle innuendo. For whatever reason, this imagery abounded in mid-century America. I suppose it was the natural outcome of a male dominated nation infatuated with the space program. Babes on rockets – it’s the perfect symbol of the American Dream.
I’ve been accused of seeing sexual imagery where it’s not, but you’ve got to admit there’s something naughty going on here.
The “O-Face” takes things to a whole new level of dirtiness. We tend to think the midcentury populace was oh-so-very wholesome. Truth is, they weren’t living in a Disneyland of naiveté; and they would have known full well what these pictures represented.
Fast forward a few decades, and the same exact imagery is still going strong. This chick doesn’t sport the O-Face, but she’s having an exciting ride nonetheless.
This retro-babe is literally cradling her beloved rocket. Be gentle with the tip, miss. It’s very sensitive.
Read up on the age-old image of the witch and her broom and you will find that it also has its origins in sexual/phallic subtext. In this regard, you might consider the chick-on-rocket symbol the modern version of a very ancient tradition.
Imaginative Tales (1954), a pulp for adults and kids alike, features Toffee taking a trip…. on a massive penis….. wearing a see-through body-stocking.
This Star Maiden sips her space-age cocktail as the rocket ship charts a trajectory to her nether regions. All purely innocent, I’m sure.
As Commander Phallos holds his manhood aloft, Lieutenant Genita trembles in awe.
This is like model rocket porn.
Nothing the least bit sexual going on here. Just having a completely innocent time with a massive rocket between my legs.
The rocket (or alternatively the missile or spacecraft) was a potent sexual image often repeated in years past which you simply don’t see anymore. We don’t have the same enthusiasm for the space-age as before, and the fine art of having fun by laying things between the lines isn’t as appreciated as it once was. It’s just a little bit too “cheesy” for a world far too cynical to enjoy.
Not here on Flashbak. Here a woman and her rocket shall always be appreciated.