flaps
At the tender age of younger than I can remember, I got my first glimpse of women's rudey bits.

I was in my brothers room, eating his stash of sweets while under his bed, when I decided I needed some reading material to go with the hefty sugar rush I was inducing.

So I started rummaging through my brothers schoolbag and found one of those big ring binders. I think it was for his English class or something.

Anyway, he had deftly taken to it with a scalpel and slipped a bad early eighties (as it was the early eighties) porn pic between the cardboard and the black plastic cover. How did I know it was there? Because he had cut little flaps that you could flip open to look at the good bits. And one for her face, complete with the bouffant blonde fairy floss haircut.

If this wasn't the first exposure, then maybe it was the time I found dad's stash of 70's playboys hidden in with computing magazines (prior to that we had giggled at him when we found underwear catalogues in his desk drawer).

Or when I was a cub scout, dutifully folding newspapers for recycling, when what drops out? Someone's missus had obviously discovered their collection and forced them to part with it. The dilemma here was how to smuggle the piles of magazines out when there were literally dozens of parents and upstanding scout leaders around (seriously! they were!). We didn't manage it. But a few months on it was commented upon how diligently we were looking after the recycling... Free porn, we discovered, is like lightning, never striking in the same place twice, but we did win some kind of award for recycling, sadly, it wasn't porn.

What is scary to admit is that I actually remember getting 'excited' at the memory of looking at pron. Not the best when I now associate it with newspapers, school work and computer magazines... hmmmmmm.
(lessmiserable, Thu 25 Jan 2007, 17:20, Reply)