Earning Your 8mm Porn
I have written before about the bad old days of growing up when porn was on paper and if you weren’t an out-of-the-house adult, it was hard to get your hands on it. You pretty much had to find it or steal it, and the easiest theft targets were older boys who were hiding it in the woods, in tree forts, and in hedges. Comedian Ron White, a few years older than me and from a wealthier demographic apparently, talks about what you had to do to watch an actual porn movie as an adolescent young man back then, or perhaps in the decade before I became an earnest young horndog:
As Ron puts it:
When I was a kid, I had to earn porn. You had to wait till your friend’s dad went out of town on business.
You had to pull down a rickety spring loaded attic ladder. You had to crawl up into a dusty spider-ridden fucking crawl space. Forage through cardboard boxes till you find an 8mm reel. Then what? Learn how to work a fucking projector, that’s what.
And after all that? You got silent bushy porn!
I don’t think I need to say it, but lest anybody confuse Ron White’s implied/comedic distaste for hairy pussy for an official ErosBlog editorial position: there was nothing bad about “bushy porn” in 1970 when Ron White was a scrawny adolescent, and there’s still nothing wrong with it today, when you can find it.
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I am just barely old enough to remember seeing porn magazines. Back in the 1990’s as kids we had a fort in the woods near a truck stop, which was just a small clearing by the side of the road where people could pull over. And from time to time, playboy magazines would get left behind at our fort. At that young age we were more amused by the forbidden novelty of these things than actual the sex-appeal. We knew we had something forbidden and that delighted us to no end.
My grandmother worked at a library. Back when libraries also carried VCR tapes. There was one time we managed to discover a hentai VCR tape among the library stuff she had brought home. Apparently they had not yet noticed what this “cartoon” really was. So while she was out of the house my friends and I secretly watched it. Our very first hentai. It was called “New Angel”
By the time I actually reached puberty, I did manage to find one single old playboy that my Dad had hidden away before he left us, but dial-up internet had just started to become a thing. Although slow and tedious it was a convenient way to look for hentai and early furry art on Yahoo Groups, the old VCL archive, and whatever random websites the crappy pre-google search engines could barely manage to find back then.
It seems like I straddle a line between generations.
Humbird, awesome! It is very hard to explain tree fort porn to people who didn’t experience it for themselves.
My first hentai was the hard stuff indeed — it was one of the UrotsukidÅji tentacle porn movies, being shown in a small room at the BayCon science fiction convention in 1992. (Also the only science fiction convention I ever managed to get to.)