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For those of you who didn't have time to go the link posted above, I found this part the most interesting. Didn't know much about Dale previously.
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Stan Dale was born in the Bronx and grew up fat and friendless on 23rd Street in Manhattan. At 16 he played Louis Braille in a radio drama and got hooked. By the time he was 21, he had regular gigs as announcer for some of the top-rated series on the air: The Lone Ranger, The Green Hornet, Sgt. Preston of the Yukon. In the course of his 19-year career as a disk jockey in Chicago, by his account he launched the phenomenon of talk radio when, in 1968, he started putting callers on the air during his midnight-to-5 shift. Along the way he earned degrees in psychology and sociology from Roosevelt University. But none of his book-learning or professional back-chat contributed nearly as much to his training as a sexologist as his apprenticeship in a geisha house.
As a 27-year-old PFC stationed in Japan during the Korean War, Dale spent his free time exploring the local sex scene like any red-blooded American male away from home. "There were places in Tokyo that were called Sex Drugstores. They were the sexologists of their time, generally older men and some women," he recalls one afternoon after the workshop when I visit him at home in suburban San Carlos. "I thought I knew everything about sex. I just went in out of curiosity. You go in and sit down, they give you a cup of tea and talk to you. If you have any problems, you talk about them, and they have these wonderful erotic toys to play with it -- dildos and vibrators and potions and aphrodisiacs. I'd never heard of these things. So I learned a lot. That's where I learned more than I dreamed I could know about female reproduction, male reproduction, and pleasure. I didn't know about clitorises. This was the '50s, after all."
Meanwhile, he and his Army buddies patronized an establishment called Miyoshi's, "a beautiful geisha house, not for real geishas but prostitutes, who by the way had the right to say yes or no. When I went there with my major, he wanted this woman to give head. And she screamed and hollered. He forced her: 'Suck my cock, you bitch!' Well, she virtually bit it off. She threw him out of that place and caused a furor. I'm in the next room, and he says, 'Dale, let's get the fuck out of here.' I was with this wonderful woman who was gentle and kind, so I said, 'Sorry, sir, I'll see you tomorrow.'" Dale's speaking voice has that ingratiating radio-announcer's resonance, and his personality oozes the milk of human kindness, so it does my heart good to hear him talk dirty once in a while. He's not a vulgar man in the slightest, but I wouldn't mistake him for a wimp, either. He drops enough hints from his background ("teenage street gang...Mafia connections...trained sharpshooter") to make it clear that he plays sweetness-and-light by choice. Because his Army job entailed news reporting for the Armed Forces Radio network, Dale got invited to the wrap party for an American film called Joe Butterfly shot on location in a first-class geisha house called Hakunkaku. He spent three hours in intense conversation with an old Japanese man who turned out to be the proprietor and who invited the young G.I. to come live in the house. He stayed seven months and left a changed man.