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My parents kept relatively mild porn around the house: Playboy, Penthouse, the occasional Club or Oui. I probably started checking it out with real interest when I was about nine.
At about 10, I had a job babysitting for a 7-year-old and his 2-year-old brother. (!!! what the hell were people thinking back in the seventies???!! I don't think parents would do that these days.) Anyway, this couple had a very extensive porn collection that they didn't bother to hide--like, at all. I'm talking a big stack of Hustlers in the bathroom magazine rack, many copies of Oui, Club, Knave....all that late-seventies porn. Needless to say, I thoroughly enjoyed babysitting for them.
In the garden apartment complex where I lived at the time, I would occasionally find other people's stashes: hidden in dark corners in laundry rooms, tucked into crevices of rock outcroppings in wooded areas, etc.
Maybe it's just because I was so young and this was my first exposure, but I seem to recall that porn was pretty darn raunchy back then. I still have some of those images burned into my brain. And I could swear that the Penthouse letters section and the dirty stories in other skin magazines were more interesting, kinkier, and of higher quality back in the late '70's and early to mid-eighties--compared to, say, the late eighties and most of the nineties, before internet porn took over....
Does anyone agree?
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