I will never forget the first time I saw a skin mag.
I was at my uncles farm, sitting in the rocking chair in the living room, and saw a national geographic. I picked it up and was about to read a story on how the environment was fucked and we would all be dead in 20 years (this was 20 years ago) and HEEEEELLLLLOOOOO!! There was a Playboy underneath. I knew what the magazine was, and there was noone around. I looked closely and remembered the exact position of the book so that I could put it back where I found it.
I picked it up. The woman on the cover was looking at me. My palms started to sweat, and there was a lump in my throat like I had swallowed a pound of cotton real fast.
I opened the magazine, and it naturally went to the centerfold... It was as if God had turned the pages.
There was a naked woman in soft light. She was smiling and wearing really nice lingerie. I was in love. I soaked in the 9-year-old-male impromptu anatomy class as fast as I could, and put the magazine back. I will never forget that feeling. I was a bad boy for looking at a man's magazine, but somehow I felt like I was more of a man for seeing it. I had just fulfilled a right of passage. That was something that every guy does... eventually.
I was also the coolest kid in school once I told my buddies what I did that weekend.
What would I have been like if I had access to internet porn? Shit, I would have given myself a severe rash and needed medical treatment. Not from this psychologist quack though.
Here is a surprise... young boys are obsessed with sex. Hey, while you are doing research, why don't I save you some time and tell you the truth... ALL MALES ARE OBSESSED WITH SEX, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS.
