THEN
The New Yorker, Circa 1996
"Clay Pigeons" a film. Don't know how this made it through, but it did.
NOW
The New Yorker, Circa 2005
"Nine Songs", NC-17 British film, half arty porn, half music video
I was able to get a smidge of a nipple and a the blue sliver of soap straddling the pink sliver of soap. As close to real sex in a published drawing as I've been able to get.