"I finally get to see what a vagina looks--AHH OH MY GOD!!!"

As cliched as it sounds, I remember the day I discovered porn like it was yesterday. I was homeschooled until I was 16, which meant I had more flexibility as far as education was concerned. If a particular topic really piqued my interest, I could put an emphasis on it over a few days/weeks in addition to the core subjects. At one point, when I was 11, that topic was (for some fucking reason) the President's job, the White House, and what his job is like.

At the time, I was still learning the Internet, and Google was pretty new. In my naivete, I typed www.whitehouse.com into the address bar, figuring I'd get, well...something useful. Instead, I got what was, at the time, "an adult and political entertainment website" according to Wikipedia. All I remember was boobs. Lots of them. Since my deprived childhood restricted me from so much as a Playboy in a treehouse, I didn't comprehend what I saw at first. All I could think to do was hastily close the window before my mistake was caught.

I did make sure to note the URL for future reference, of course.

Focus: talk about your first encounter with porn.

 

Before I moved to California from Virginia at the tender age of 8, we had to move around every few days because my mom was paranoid about my dad finding us. (Long story)

So we stayed with various friends around Alexandria, and we had a family that we were friends with down from Ct staying in a rental apartment in the city. I had my own room, and while I was getting ready for bed, I dropped something under the bed, and looked under to get it, and lo and behold there were 3 Playboys under there.

I of course grabbed them, and started looking through them in awe. We were there for 4 days, and I must have spent 2 hours a day looking through each of the magazines. Course, I didn't know how to spank it so I didn't get the full experience.

 

Like it was yesterday...

I was big into WWF(WWE now) as a kid. Of course, as I grew up, one of the best aspects were the "WWF Divas." Every month when they had those pay per view events I would be dying to order it and would bug my parents who would always say no. Then at one of those specials there was big news that one of the "divas" Ms Kitty had thrown off her top and shown her tits. Everyone at school was talking about it like it was the lunar landing. Then one kid who we knew mentioned that you could probably find a picture on the internet. My friends and I were immediately possessed. After school we all headed to the house of the one friend who was the only child of a single mom who worked late. We hopped on America Online, typed in <a class="postlink" href="http://www.excite.com" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">www.excite.com</a> and put in the search. The picture came up ever so slowly on the screen. We were all quiet. I suggested printing out a copy for each of us. As soon as I got my copy I got on my bike and hurried home as fast as I could.

The next day we all sort of exchanged nervous words about what we had done our copies and then quickly moved on. Soon I was searching and printing out pictures all the time from my computer. No more stolen victorias secret catalogs for this tech savvy cat.

 

When I first saw a vagina in detail in health class, I couldn't help but blurt out this exact phrase: "Eww-what is that?". This is the only thing from middle school my friends still tease me about.

 

I come from a small town, so when the internet started taking off not many people had it. I was the only one in my group of friends to have it, so I used it to my advantage. I had one friend that always wanted to print off pictures and put them in his school assignment notebook, so I started making him do my chores before I'd let him use my computer. He'd do things like the dishes or cleaning up, then go sit at the computer and go to persiankitty.com (I think I'll remember that url for the rest of my life) to print off black and white shitty resolution pictures of boobs. He wouldn't let any of my other friends over by him since he did all the work and they didn't. Then he'd tape them to the inside of his notebook and bring them to school. The funny thing was he came from a very religious family and school, so if he would have gotten caught I can't imagine the punishment he would have gotten.

 

It was the dawn of the internet age and I was exploring around, just typing in things when I decided to type in <a class="postlink" href="http://www.jenni.com" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">www.jenni.com</a>, figuring it was a site for people with my name. Wrong. My mom happened to be in the room at the same time and freaked out and closed the window immediately. Being the good, Christian girl that I was, it would be another 10 years before I would see porn again.

 

The first time I ever saw nude pictures of women was from a set of naked women playing cards, that my cousin had snuck out of my uncles dresser when we were 9 years old. We got busted because we were showing them to all the other kids in the neighbourhood, and one of their mums ratted us out.

 

I saw my first vagina back in 1988, but it may have been earlier since I really don't remember much of anything besides boobs, GnR and Rickey Henderson. I still remember the smell of them. It's also where I developed my taste in women, nothing ever tops that 'vintage' porn in my eyes. My buddies dad had a collection under his desk in his basement office.

The Swedish bikini team, so many nights I dreamed you'd come and take me away. I didn't know what I'd do with them, but I still dreamed.

His older brother clued us in to where the playboys were... and the porn novels we learned to read with (I still remember the argument over the correct spelling of 'come')... and how the descrambler worked to watch Playboy and Spice channel.

I'd just like to say for the older members of the board (I'm really on the cusp here, but still bitter) you have NO idea what we used to go through to get porn. I still remember scouring mine and my friends houses for dad or big brother's stash, while the holy grail of suburbia being finding a porn that had been chucked out a car window, despite it being crumpled from a night in the rain.

 

SGEDIT: All that was here is you quoting yourself from above. Are you high dude?

 

Dude, My brother and I would routinely rummage through trash cans looking for discarded porn. Our world was completely rocked when we found a couple Hustlers. Let's see, I was eight or nine so that would have been around 1981 or 82? Compare a mid-80's Hustler (which was like porn plutonium at the time) to what you can find on 4chan at any given time and there really, really is a disparity. You kids just don't know.

 

I was 6 years old. My friend had a brilliant idea.. we could look up pictures of NAKED women on the internet!

We typed "nakedwoman.com" into the address bar. My mom walked in and I wasn't allowed to use the internet without her permission for like 2 years.

 

The first time I saw naked titties (aside from accidentally walking in on my mom as she was coming out of the shower and ruining my life before it got started) was through an ancient copy of Playboy a cousin had left at my grandmother's house. He had lived there as a teenager while his parents were divorcing. I was snooping around and found a little Playboy from the 70's under a bunch of old clothes. I was 6 at the time and didn't know what I was holding.

Fast forward to 13 and I'm living with my mom. I was channel surfing one night when I saw a flash of nipple on channel 77 on Oceanic Cable. I spent the rest of that month staring at scrambled pornography until my mom started going out with a guy with a healthy respect for filmed intercourse. He'd come over for a weekend and leave movies everywhere like he lived by himself and didn't have any self respect.

 

I grew up pre-internet, so porn wasn't as accessible as it is now. I'd heard of Playboy and seen a couple of calendars that were hung in workplaces. My dad owned an engineering supplies store, so I was always in and out of workshops. I loved those calendars, but dad wouldn't have one at work.

Then, one day at high school, one of the kids turned up with a magazine called "Private". As in the European hardcore porn production company Private. I have never, to this day, seen so many guys crowded around one object. That magazine taught us more about Sex Ed than the years of bullshit, skirting around the issues, lectures we'd had to that date.

That kid made a fortune renting that magazine out. Best $5 I ever spent.

 

My brother and I discovered that the local store would rip the front covers off unsold magazines (to return to supplier for a credit) and leave the rest of the magazine in the recycling bin at the back of the store.

We would be rooting through their bins on the 15th of every month looking for the hidden treasure trove of pictorial wonders.

It didnt take us long to realise that we were sitting on a goldmine, and started selling them to other kids for $10 a pop.

 

First brushes with porn: Stumbling onto my older brother's stashes in odd places (hidden under an old couch, folded into towels in the bathroom closet, in the crawl-space/ area under the stairs next to the water heater, etc.).
The weird thing was that at that age, my mom had me brainwashed into believing that pornography is the Devil's work, and even viewing it by accident can be a one-way ticket to Hell. I felt guilty just for even discovering it, and would always turn my brother in.
Thankfully, I figured out that there is no Devil, and I had nothing to fear at all.

 

I still remember my first stint with some pron. I was working my post on the Safety Squad in elementary school, probably 4th grade, after the bell rang at the end of the day helping all the 1st graders cross the road...one of the other kids I worked with came up to me and said something like 'Dude you gotta see this!!! It's AWESOME!!!!!!' Anywho, he led me to the front of the school where there were these rows of bushes and said 'go in there and look around'. So I did. And what do I find? A semi-shredded Penthouse. I had a good 5 minutes to flip through before someone noticed there were a couple kids in the bushes, so we ditched the mag and ran home never to see it again. Some of the greatest minutes of my life.

Some time later I decided to relive those moments using this darn-fangled interwebs thing. sex.com was my go to site and I just clicked random links and pictures until i found stuff that satisfied me. I even printed out some of the girls in black and white and kept copies to reference later. Yeah I'm smooth like that.

 

I was in a lot of artist communities when I was wrong, being an aspiring comic book artist at the time. One of my idols started making the transition from comic book stuff to furry stuff. Being that she was still a good artist, I continued to follow her work. Then she made the transition to drawing furry porn and my poor little 12-year-old mind was blighted.

Later on I found out it was a lucrative practice and drew some naked cat girls for profit, but I quit because drawing porn is just about the most awkward activity one can engage in.

 

First porn experiences came from a few select guys in elementary school sneaking in their dad's Playboys, Penthouse, etc..
When we dressed for gym class, out came the goodies...and we formed a circle of vultures to sneak a few glimpses of a boob or bush. All this in a catholic school...damn nuns, little did they know.

Then of course I turned to scrambled Skinemax After Dark, or when AOL came about, I would get a few printouts from friends who had the internet. When my family finally got internet at home, I discovered SublimeDirectory.com and that became my absolute go to guide for everything porn.

 

I knew how to use the internet when I was about 3 years old. When I was in 5th grade (maybe 11) one of my friends came to spend the night. Our computer was in the main living room where everyone could see it, but most of the time no one walked through there, and if someone was coming I could just exit the window. So anyways, we logged on watched porn and that was that. BUT, I went to a catholic middle school. I guess I wasn't the only one, because our guidance counselor who was no less than 350 pounds had extensive talks about this with the class (or at least the boys). She scared us with internet history, burning in hell and just trying to instill an overall sense of guilt. And it worked. For months and months and months the guilt followed me around. I also thought I was going to hell. But then one day, I just stopped giving a fuck. Curiously, that was also around the time I lost my faith in the Catholic Church.