The other day, my Dad told me that he had plans to display the anthology "Best Sex Writing 2009" on his desk at work. My essay "In defense of casual sex" made it in and, being a liberal-minded Berkeley hippie, he's proud of his daughter. I responded: "Oh, I don't know. You haven't seen the cover yet." A pause. "There's a lady. Naked. Fishnets. The insinuation of masturbation." My Dad, bless him, responded: "Black tape!" As in, I'll put black tape over the naughty bits. 

Then he went on Amazon and saw the actual book cover. It would take a lot of black tape to make it work-appropriate. He's now contemplating an opaque book cover of some sort.

But, it is perfectly appropriate for anyone's home bookshelf. Nudge, nuuuudge.