And shes bare naked!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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My father had his own study with an attached half-bath (translation: toilet and sink) when I was in middle school (probably 12-ish), and he kept his Playboys in plain sight in there. I don’t know if this was a conscious decision, or if he really thought that since it was his toilet, no one else would go in there, but the mags certainly weren’t hidden at all. I’m the oldest of four, and I suspect that all of us (female and male) “used” that toilet whenever we got the chance.

I didn’t see true porn until I was well into my 20’s and met the future Mr. Kiminy.

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Yeah? When I was 11 I found my mom’s stash of Penthouse Variations…the porn that’s too wild for the regular Penthouse.

My mother’s. The covers of those magazines could put Playboy’s most enticing centerfolds to shame.

Playboy is naked women, Penthouse is naked women getting down with men, Variations is naked women doing all kinds of wild things with all numbers of men and women, but mostly involving getting down with men. The Penthouse rags (heh) are a different story altogether from Playboy and its ilk, with different motivations behind reading them.

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Err…no, Inigo was right the first time. I don’t think she noticed the guys. (Me, I liked the letters.)

I don’t know if my mother had a porn stash, I just read her old Human Sexuality textbooks and her Erica Jong.

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I wonder if that’s the one I heard about in 8th grade (ca. 1981). Some kid was describing “she-males” he’d seen pictures of. I didn’t believe him.

Around that time I also saw my first porn, after school in the back of the school bus. Club. “What,” I asked myself, “is all that hair doing there?” :confused:

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I can’t remember; when I was no older than 8 my friend Joey swiped some of his dad’s stash (which wasn’t really hidden, just high up), but I’m pretty sure they weren’t the very first such material I’d seen. I do recall Joey and I debating in all earnestness whether it was appropriate to show our find to his little brother Tony (2 or 3 years younger); we decided that the pictures of naked women were OK for Tony, but not the parts with men and women together.

The first actual “porn” was a film we watched at my friend Scott’s 15th birthday party. Ron Jeremy was in it, and IIRC he was sending girls over to seduce his brother so the brother would miss an important meeting with the estate attorney, or something like that.

–Cliffy

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My dad took a picture of me, two or three years old, propped up against some pillows and flipping through a Playboy.

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Growing up under the Apartheid regime in South Africa, I was protected from such filth by the government’s Calvinistic sensibilities (My dad once almost had D.H. Lawrence’s The Naive and Sentimental Lover confiscated at the airport because the title sounded suspect). The closest we had to porn was Scope magazine which was black and white pictures printed on newsprint-quality paper with stars or black rectangles strategically positioned.

My first exposure to real porn came at age 11 when we were returning to SA after spending a year in Yorkshire - our flight went via either Belgium or Holland (I forget) and we had a stop over of several hours. My brother and I discovered that the airport bookstore had colour magazines with real naked women in them!!! :eek:

Grim

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I found my parents stash of videos (hidden in with all the ‘normal’ videos, just way in the back), stuck one in the VCR, then promptly ran to get my neighbor Traci, who was my age, and we laughed and giggled at the whole thing. I think I was 12 at the time.
I can still remember some scenes from them. And to this day I can’t wear red toenail polish because that’s what I associate with porn stars.

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Okay, if I had been your mom, I probably would have been very angry, but the mental image of that made me laugh and laugh.

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I was fifteen and looking at my brother car and surf mags, when out fell some porno photographs, B&W.
My orgasm was so intense, it rivalled my first one and it only took a couple of seconds to prompt, so to speak. :stuck_out_tongue:

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It’s fantastic. I need to get a scan of it, use it as an avatar maybe.
And yes, she was - she made him throw them all away shortly afterwards, as he tells it.

(To make the story even better, I share a birthday with Hugh Hefner.)

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I first saw porn when I was on BBSs around age 11 or so.

I first saw gay porn shortly before I came out, around age 14 or 15.

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Hmm… porn. I’d been naked people since I was probably about four years old, about the time my mother announced she was pregnant with my brother. The questions started, she was too nervous to give me any answers herself, so I was presented with her book on pregnancy. There were naked people in that.

Naked pictures? Meh. Saw them all the time. Now porn, I wanted to see people doing stuff. I remember being very giggly and excited when we started sex ed classes. We had a false alarm in fifth grade, when all of us little ladies were herded off to the auditorium for “a brief introduction to sexual education”, which ended up just being a lecture about our soon-to-be-had periods and breast tenderness. When the real classes started in seventh grade, I was excited. We were going to watch porn! But no, it was some cartoon, and it didn’t even show anything. I was disappointed. So many questions about sex! Gross teacher I didn’t want to see drawing a penis on the chalkboard! I already knew what the parts looked like, now tell me what to DO with them!

I know, it’s so simple it’s stupid, but I really had no idea.

Until one glorious day… The Day My Parents Left Me Home By Myself. You see, we had one of those 12’ satellite dishes. And we also had a “scrambler” to block out the naughty channels. However, Daddy raised a bright young geek, and by 8:30am on the same morning they left, I had unscrambled the channels (and also learned how to re-scramble them) and it was just me, a 57" television, thick, dark curtains, and hundreds and hundreds of channels of porn! Real porn!

Just about all of my questions regarding sex were answered in about an hour of instructional video. I already knew how not to get pregnant, how to be wary of disease, respect your partner, all that stuff. I just needed to know the mechanics. I remember seeing it all for the first time, and a lightbulb went off over my head: “Ohhhhh! That goes in there! Well… duh!” :smack:

I was about thirteen. It didn’t warp me or influence my lifestyle. My sex life has been very responsible and with very few people; only those I believed I would be marrying at some point or being together forever and ever and ever. Sure I made some bad decisions, but they weren’t related to porn. :wink: One I *did * marry, and he’s still around. I’ve got a few “kinks”, sure, but they’re my own. I wouldn’t do them if I didn’t like them. I didn’t even lose my virginity until I was 18 (and even that’s not quite true… read on to my next set of parentheses…). Porn I loved, yes, but I didn’t want to have sex with any old shmuck. The unrealistic portrayals of people in those movies didn’t effect my sex life in any way; I was smart enough to know most guys don’t sport 12" dongs, and I never compared myself to the women. (Hell, the first guy I was engaged to had a penis smaller than a tampon, and my hymen was never broken until long after when I met the next guy) - I even remember the first porn dude I ever saw, and how I saw him often, in several movies. I remember wondering how the heck that guy got so many women, when he was really ugly. He had a mustache. I remember I hated mustaches. I never did find out what the guy’s name was, but apparently, he was quite the stud. Yuck. :stuck_out_tongue:

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For as long as I can remember my father has had a porn collection that makes Larry Flynt look like Mother Teresa.

As a kid it was strictly magazines, no VCR’s back then. But once they did invent the VCR, the tapes started piling up. I’m tellin’ ya he has enough to open his own smut shop.

He never started with DVD’s, he is almost 70 now and I don’t think he’s up for new technology at this stage in his life.

While he didn’t exactly leave them out on the coffee table in the family room, he took no pains to hide them either. One step into his bedroom or den and you were assaulted with all kinds of nakedness.

Dad’s a great individual, not an enemy in the world, soft hearted, caring compassionate guy. He’s just really, really, really into porn :smiley:

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Porn mags found stashed in an old tin can in the forest when I was 9 or 10. Including full-on S&M stuff. This was way before genital piercing became popular, but one I remember clearly was a woman with padlocked labia, and her guy with the only key, pierced into his foreskin. Quite romantic, really.

My friend and I used to sneak off to look at them on a regular basis, and quite often found new ones added - we were sharing some dude’s hidden stash. I think we must have really pissed him off one day when we stole the whole tin and put it in our fort.

I recall saying to my friend at the time “when I look at those pictures of naked ladies, my willy goes all funny and I don’t know why.” He agreed but couldn’t offer any explanation either.

In retrospect, at his age he should have known why, because he was the school bus driver*.

It was because of this that I discovered that I have heterosexual urges, and since then have made my lifestyle choice.

*Joke.

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When I was ten, my two older brothers showed my younger brother and I a Playboy. I was not real impressed. I saw my first gay porn when I was eighteen. It was a black and white porn mag. I was impressed. :smiley:

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When I was in fourth grade I remember sitting in the living room and looking through a Playboy magazine my dad had brought home. My mother objected when she noticed me, but my Dad said “No, let her see it if she wants to.” It was very interesting because at the time I was trying to sort out the differences and relationships between sex, attraction, relationships, marriage…everything. The magazine didn’t help much, however, except I got the clue that men like large breasts.
I didn’t see any more for several years, until I was babysitting for this one family. The entire cabinet under the sink in the bathroom was stuffed, I mean stuffed, full of some pretty hardcore porn, including kiddie porn. I don’t think I sat for them after that.

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Are you saying you would like to see kids in pornographic magazines?

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Plain old nudity at all? In some of my Dad’s photo magazines, so it was “tasteful” stuff. Proper porn at 12 or 13 when on a class trip the tallest boy in the class was asked to go into a newsagents and buy a porn mag. First bit of computer porn was 16 or 17, my little sister spotted it somehow in the history (also when I learned how to hide my tracks online…) and showed it to us all. We all burst out laughing at how ridiculous it looked :stuck_out_tongue:

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Hey, look! John Walsh has joined the boards! :D:D:D

Am I saying that I would like to see kids in pornographic magazines? Personally, I don’t care much, since I don’t really look at porn anymore, anyway. Sure, at first it’s a bit interesting in a “Wow, I’ve never seen that before. Wow, I’ve never seen that before!” kind of way, but after a while, it’s more “Well, I’ve already seen that. Well, I’ve already seen that.”

Porn is mostly a novelty, because it hasn’t been seen until it’s been seen. After that, the bloom (for me, at least) is off the rose, so to speak.

As far as “kids in pornographic magazines” go, I am saying what I said:

I didn’t understand at the time why everyone had to be an adult, and I still don’t (well, sure, laws and all, but we could change those). Fundamentally, there doesn’t seem to be a very good logical explanation for the exclusion of minors.

Do I personally wish to see kids in pornographic magazines? Not for my personal purposes, but on behalf of them, then yes, if they wish it. If the rest of us can do it, they should be able to, as well.

I don’t remotely condone forcing it on them, but nor do I condone depriving them of it. Let’em do it if they want. We know there’s a market, and it’s got to be more profitable than a paper route.