Y’know, someone who, in the event of your demise, will race over to your place and whisk away your DVD’s, toys and lube before your mother/spouse/congressman gets there?
Who is it? How exactly did that conversation happen? Are you their designated clean-up person as well?
Watching reruns of “Coupling” again on BBC America?
I don’t, but my mom and I had a few drinks a couple weeks ago and she let on that she and her cousin are my other cousin’s “porn and toy buddy” - he is one of the many gay people in my family where it is whispered “ghey” and no one mentions it.
So when he dies they are to take the sack from his closet and fling it into the river.
I was so shocked when my mom told me this because (1) my mom just finally got comfortable with gay people in the last 5 years and I still didn’t think she was that far over her previous prejudices and (2) we just don’t talk about anything kinky, barely sexual really.
All I could say was “well I’d hate to be down river that day”
No. For starters, I don’t have any, but even when I did, I didn’t have a porn buddy. I guess it didn’t really cross my mind.
The Internet is my porn buddy, so there’s nothing to whisk away.
I don’t, but the topic reminds me of something that happened to a friend of mine - she was renovating her house when she found the previous occupant’s long-abandoned porn stash, cleverly hidden.
Super-8 movies of the most perverse raunch you can imagine, dating (I guess) from the early '70s. One memorable title: “Anal Dwarf”.
When come back, bring answer to own question. 
In my case, I imagine my wife would be kind enough to run a magnet over the hard drive. Can’t say that I’ve ever discussed it, though. I’m not overly concerned about my reputation after I pass on.
Damn my thought exactly. 
To the Op’s poll: No, I don’t have a porn buddy, nor am I anybody’s.
No. I’ll be dead so what do I care?
We’ve never actually discussed it as such but I guess my wife is mine, and I’m hers. If we were to expire simultaneously? I guess our families will learn a lot more about us than they ever knew.
Hm.
I don’t have enough physical porn to worry about it. Besides, there’s no time like after I’m dead for my mom to discover my few copies of Bound and Gagged magazine. She already knows I own handcuffs so it really shouldn’t be too big a shock.
If I was going to have anything disposed of I thought she might find it would be things like Bucklands Complete Book of Witchcraft and the like.
I have a porn buddy, but probably not in the way that you are asking. The idea is that when I die he will rush over and plant objects and media of indescribable perversion and ludicrousness that people will be talking about it for years. I’m talking about inflatable goats with electrified nipple clamps weird.
I always assumed pranks like that were the entire purpose of open-casket funerals.
Heh. I always thought it would be fun to have a porn buddy who would run out and buy the most perverse, disgusting stuff they could lay hands on to scatter around for my family to find. But then again, my kids and husband wouldn’t be surprised and my parents and siblings wouldn’t be rummaging through my stuff, so…meh. Maybe I will do this when I get really old and decrepit, so my kids will have to go through it – at least it would give them some funny stories to tell about my death, right? Especially if I made sure my “porn buddy” lubed everything up before scattering it about.
No. I’ll be dead. I won’t care if people know I had porn.
I don’t, but I just came here to say that the combination of thread title and username is once again perfect.
Nope, all mine is digital. I don’t mean finger porn, I mean on a computer. Not findable by normal means. Well hidden in a folder called “not porn.” Ok not really.
Not exactly a “porn buddy” situation but along the same lines- years ago during school a bunch of us went away for a long ski weekend in Vermont- about 10 of us, including a married couple. Second day of the trip the husband of one of the women in our group broke his leg on the mountain and the wife headed to the hospital with him. Next day, she asked a couple of the other girls to pack up her stuff from the hotel room and bring it to the hospital & put in their car, and she made arrangements for the guy to be relocated to a hospital near their home.
Anyway, after clearing out the room the two girls met up with the rest of us and told us about the packup- evidently the wife had a big night in store for the guy had he made it down the mountain in one piece- dildoes, ball gags, a butt plug, lubes, restraints, magazines, etc. From that point through graduation, I looked at that woman in a much different light.
No, actually I’ve never seen it, honest! I was inspired by Incubus’ thread about the malfunctioning VCR and the landlord getting an eyeful of hentai upon repair.
Fair enough. No, I don’t, mostly because I don’t own any porn. I did own a vibrator, but my two girlfriends (not sexual girlfriends, just girl…friends) helped me do a massive pre-party cleanup on Saturday and now Bob (“Battery-Opperated-Boyfriend”) is nowhere to be found. I think he got cleaned up and put “away” by a more organized person than I. Apparently “under the bed amongst the dust bunnies and unwashed socks” isn’t “put away” when you’re a Virgo! So now I have to ask my friends where they put my vibrator. :eek: I may just make one of them my porn buddy while I’m at it. Seems like a natural progression to the conversation.
This seems like a great out-of-context conversation to have in front of an unwitting third friend.
“…and then we had dinner and came home. Oh, by the way Jenny, do you happen to remember what you did with my vibrator? I haven’t been able to find it.”