Did you ever find your dad's porn?

[whisky]

I did once, it was pretty strong stuff, think he got it on a works trip to london, once when I was mad at him for something he said to me I grassed him up to mum about it.

She made him throw it out.

Of course that meant I couldn't see it any more either, so bit of a stupid move.

Also as an adult I realise it was an incredible dick move on my part, I didn't realise how much married men depend on porn.

Sorry dad.

 

[Eggs Mayonnaise]

I feel like I'm in a group therapy circle.

"I'm Eggs, and I'm a rubber freak."

 

[The Question]

*throws rock, watches it bounce off*

It's true, he's made of rubber.

 

[Donovan]

My parents were swingers and ran porn shops for the Denver mob for a while, we had literally thousands of books and magazines around our house. I knew, read, and examined more deviant porn before I could ride a bike than was contained in the first six years of the internet. Now of course the internet has gone waaaaaaaay beyond those early years.

But I only ever saw something horrifying twice. Once I inadvertently found a stash of pictures in my old man's private papers after they divorced, pictures that mostly contained my mother, and multiple partners, other men who frequented my parents "grownup parties." I burned those, mainly because he had no business having them after they were divorced unless for blackmail purposes.

The other time was at a guy's house I went to to buy an old car when I was a teen, his wife was pretty and friendly and nice and served me tea while the guy was scrounging around for the title, then left me alone with these two giant great danes in their living room. I got bored after a while and looked at their bookshelf, which I could instantly tell was loaded with the same porn books I grew up looking at. So instead I picked up a photo album marked "faces of Mary" the wife who gave me tea. Inside were all these pics of the wife at various functions, in nice dresses, in jeans, at work etc. Then I turned the page and it was all nudes, then sexual stuff, then filthy sex stuff, and finally sex stuff starring her and the two dogs at my feet.

I never put down a book so fast in my life. I couldn't even stay in the room. I made an excuse to split as soon as possible and never did get the title to the car. But that album went directly into the part of my brain reserved for shit you can't un-see. Ick.

 

[Starship Coyote]

Yeah. It was pretty tame for my Dad. Standard stroke books, but nothing really deviant.

Gotta remember, this was back in the 70s.

 

[whisky]

When I say hard stuff, I mean just people actually having sex, not what we, where everything is on the internet would consider hard, just stronger than you would find in mayfair or playboy,

 

[CaptainWacky]

*wanks to Donovan's post*

 

[Donovan]

*wanks to Donovan's post*

Hey! Stop wanking to mental pictures of what you imagine my mom to look like naked! Uncool!

ps I went looking for images of the joints my parents ran back in the day, they were hugely profitable both in legit earnings and as a front for cleaning up money gained in other endeavors. Found out they've fallen on hard times and most have closed. At one time there were half a dozen stores: Kitty's Pleasure Palace East, South, Central, North, and Cine Art. Integral and much maligned parts of the downtown scene. Somewhere in my old photos I have pictures of picketers outside Central, which we ran off by going up on the roof and spraying mace out into the air over their heads lol.

One of my constant memories of that time was when the local moral majority declared war on porn and pressured the Denver PD into hassling the stores. The cops were uninterested in busting the stores but because the media was involved they made a big production of coming down to the main store and arresting my dad, putting him in handcuffs and marching him out the front with the news cameras rolling. The captions at five pm read "Porn King of Colorado Arrested" under my old man's face. Then, because the police station was a block away from Kitty's Central, they drove around aimlessly in the car for a half hour until the cameras had a chance to set up, then perp walked the old man up the steps to the city precinct, and directly out the back door. Never even booked him. They were probably well paid by the guys really in charge, just as my dad was.

So basically the only result of the "war on porn" was my old man got a nice fat bonus for taking the heat, Denver PD got a media pat on the back and I lost every damn friend I had that year because their mom's saw my dad on tv.

They really look like shit now but once upon a time they were high-end joints. Claim to fame: In the movie Every Which Way but Loose, filmed in Denver with Clint Eastwood, one of the city walking scenes was filmed right in front of Cine Art IIRC. It was a big deal for us hahaha.