I guess it’s a good thing that internet porn wasn’t
available while I was growing up. I
think I’d have yanked my dink clear off by the time I was 14 or 15. Back in the day, we had to work to find it. We’d have to find a way to lay our hands on
(ok, one hand) on a magazine to see the images that would eventually lead to
more laundry for mom.
Alteratively, we’d see a few seconds of boob on some VHS
video and immediately the bird trapped inside the Flintstone camera (a.k.a.
known as the 14 year-old mind) would go to work etching that image for later. Even today, if I squint my mind’s eye, I can
still make out those images. Things were woolier back then. Porky’s and
Fast Times at Ridgemount High come to mind.
I wonder what Pheobe Cates looks like today......
Later
Deaner
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