Or why I love modern technology
I’m a child of the 80s, I graduated high school in 1988. Porn was mostly limited to Playboy, Penthouse, the occasional Penthouse Forums or *gasp* Cinemax on a Saturday night if I hoped to see a movie. One year, while we were still in college and dating, Veronica got me a subscription to Playboy because as she said at the time “I didn’t know your shirt size”. (See, she was a cool partner even then!)
Early on in our marriage, ’93-’95 or so, we lived near a shopping plaza that had a place that had an assortment of more explicit stuff. I’d occasionally pick something up and stash it somewhere in the apartment.
And then came the internet
We signed up for an AOL account in 1995 and it didn’t take me long to discover different sites. (BTW, within the last year a friend gave me her real aka non-anonymous email address and it was an AOL address. Really? I had no idea the company still existed!). Anyway, I can remember the intentionally mislabeled 1.4 MB floppy disk that I kept my electronic porn stash on.
The next evolution came when we upgraded from dial-up to a cable modem, now I could find and download porn even faster! Oh, and there was streaming video too!
I can remember 6-8 years ago when Veronica and I mocked cell phones that integrated a camera. Why the hell would we need one of those? Cell phones are for phone calls! Hahaha, now we’ve got our iPhones which of course puts porn at my fingertips, whenever and wherever I want.
Porn is free now too! I can remember paying for a certain site or two, now there’s a plethora of free sites, plus various Twitter feeds, blogs, and Tumblrs. Not to mention certain friends that share intimate photos with me, that’s the best porn of all
The funny thing is, the more readily available porn has become, the less I masturbate. Though I still do on occasion…
