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My introduction to porn started, I think, when I was probably about 3 years old. It was brief and probably, to most, insignificant, but somehow my brother's friend was over and had a VHS tape. He put it in and all I remember seeing was a women on her back, squeezing her breasts and moaning. My brothers freaked out and shut off the television quickly but I was mesmerized and that vision was locked in my brain for life.
Fast forward a few more years when I was about 7 years old and we had a weekend where my dad took us out to a summer cottage he would borrow from a friend from time to time off of Lake Michigan. It was a cute little house out in the middle of the forest and right off the lake. The first time we went there, we had to 'spring clean' the place and somewhere along the line my brothers came across an old Playboy magazine. They were flipping through it frantically and I was only able to catch small glimpses. But I knew where they stashed it and was able to sneak a few glimpses when no one was around. I still didn't know what masturbation was at this point so it was kind of useless, but fascinating all the same.
Later, in my early teens, probably closer to 9 or 10, we found where my father stashed is lonely, single tape of pornography. A VHS tape recorded in long quality to fit 8 hours worth of video. It had a number of videos on it which I've been trying to track down ever since. One of which I was actually successful in finding just recently now in the age of the Internet. The first film on this tape was called Naked Afternoon from 1976, starring the stunning Abigail Clayton and was exactly as I remembered it, but I digress. I've had no luck in finding the rest of what I remember on that tape.
These lonely instances were just the introduction and were nothing compared to when the internet was brand new and at 15 years old, we discovered "gif sharing" on AOL. Remember when they charged by the hour? Crooks! Nothing like downloading a 12KB file over a 1400 baud modem and stunning 16 colors. It would take a good 20 minutes just to download a single, super low quality image.
OH! I almost totally forgot about the low rest quality naked pictures we would be able to see playing Strip Poker on the old Commodore 64. That was great stuff too.
Ultimately, just before broadband became a thing, I graduated up to mIRC and file sharing scripts that allowed people to upload to you for access to other downloads. I had quite the collection of stills going on there, and a number of small clips, but video was still a ways off. The problem with allowing random strangers on the internet to upload whatever they want meant you saw some FUCKED UP stuff that nobody should ever see, let alone kids in their mid-teens who are still trying to figure this stuff out. So I had an early lesson on just how messed up this world can be, without going into great detail. I'll just say, I've seen shit that "2 girls 1 cup" can't hold a finger to. Ironically, as a result, I've still never seen that video and have no intention to. Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. It's not terribly exciting but no one said it had to be. Biggest |
