Well, honestly, I don’t have much to sanitize. I just sort of assumed that deleting your browser or seach history doesn’t mean there isn’t a record that could be dug up, if someone wanted. I’m genuinely curious how far out from you own computer you can erase your history.
Someone needs to invent a dead man’s switch for a folder. Password protected with everything wiped with multiple layer overwrite deletion if you get the password wrong three times.
Folks are answering more about what happens with the computers. But I think that the greater concern might be the stash of paddles/whips/riding crops stored behind the spanking bench and St Andrew’s cross stored in a walk-in closet.
What’s the plan for THOSE items?!
Next of kin puts 'em on Craigslist, I guess.
Honestly, I think people would be embarrassed to discover how vanilla my tastes are.
When I’ll die it won’t be matter what’s in my browser history, is it? Mabe, browsing gay porn or something like that may be embarrassing (that’s the most “incredible” thing about my browser history), but not for me… especially if I’m dead.
I use Firefox, and it erases everything every time I close it.
I don’t have anything “bad” in storage. I’ve got internet access, which means I have on-demand 24/7 access to more porn than I could possibly ever watch. There is no need to ever “save” anything; someone else has already done that for me.
I’m with you as co-mayor of Boringsville.
Other than a bit of a penchant for swinging/group sex, my wife and I are pretty vanilla. There are some toys around the house but nothing I wouldn’t expect most couples to have. Unless someone is going into our Facebook profiles after we die and see a few groups we are members of, I don’t think there is anything around that would cause too much consternation. We both lock our devices and others do not have access so I don’t think we need to worry.
For some people, saving is part of the kink - it’s not enough to view the porn, you also have to possess the porn.
… and I think I’ll stop talking now.
You’ve never found something so good you just need to revisit it? Or, you uh… didn’t need to finish it at the time and knew there were good parts you didn’t get to?
I don’t care about the bag of ordinary sex toys. They’re as mundane as my spork collection.
I wouldn’t want my kids to read my journals, though.
Once I’ve seen the plot line develop, I don’t really need to see it again.
Did the TV ever get repaired, for example?
Or was the pizza any good?
Then memorize the title or keywords. If you can’t find it again, no big deal, life’s too short to worry about missing the climax of a porn clip.
Mrs. Homie knows that I find the idea of boning a dude exciting on a sort of “fantasize about it” level. She doesn’t know that I watch a lot of gay porn. I guess she’ll find out if she survives me.
For the record, I’m not closeted. I’m confidently straight, but I do have that “kink” (for lack of a better choice of words).
I have nothing on my hard drive that I would not want someone to see. On one of my flash keys, though, I have a giant folder full of pictures of women; however, there is nothing remotely approaching hard porn there. There is a subfolder marked “nudes”, but this is actually maybe the smallest folder of them all; it’s just a handful of more artistic photographs, not sure if any one of them is even full frontal. Basically the vast majority is things like vintage 60s/70s images of women in miniskirts and stuff. Nothing I would be particularly ashamed for anyone to see after my death.
However, I also have a physical folder with a hand-drawn comic of my own creation inside. This is the last incarnation of a work of art which I consistently worked on, modified, destroyed, and re-did in my younger years, where I drew women who bore out various features that reflected various fetishes of mine (this refers pretty much only to how I drew their hair and clothing, nothing particularly kinky here either). These characters (all of three in total) are derived from how I drew April O’Neil of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when I drew comics for my schoolmates as a pre-teen, with some features inspired by Cindy Crawford, Brooke Shields and the Heathers actress Lisanne Falk. As the comic hardly tells a real story of any great interest but was pretty much only meant to show the women of my invention drawn by hand and looking a certain way, I feel I would be embarassed for someone after my death to study this artefact and come to realization of what fetishes I have and what exact outfits I would like to see a woman in. I hope I will be able to throw the folder away at some point close to when I feel death nearing, if I still have it at that time. But it’s not something I’m losing sleep over.
I use my old computer and phone for my more “adventurous” browsing habits. I assume anyone who finds them will just send these outdated models back to Apple for recycling or maybe to the pawn shop. Going through my everyday laptop and phone will reveal everyday boring websites like 538, ESPN, Politico, and of course the SDMB.
I’ll be dead.
So, who cares?