T.G.I.F. Throwback — Smut

Remember how hard it was to see a naked body when you were a kid/teenager? I don’t know if I was just a little too curious, but it was always on my mind — and always such a mind-fuck to actually see one: the side of a breast, a vagina and god forbid a flaccid penis. I grew up in a time where HBO at the bewitching hour of 1 a.m. was prime naked time. I’d stay up late downstairs watching some crappy VHS and when the screen turned fuzzy and the tape automatically began to rewiund, it was my sneaky little chance to explore and gawk at the underground world of late 80′s/90′s smut.

It wasn’t easy though. Most shows were a little too real for me, if you know what I mean (Real Sex). And half of the dialogue went 50 feet above my innocent, but not naive head. My household growing up, as far as I knew, didn’t allow such behavior.
And though I wasn’t brought up to swear (I still barely do it around the folks), we were aware of the outside world and how disgusting it was. But back then, disgusting was cunnilingus.

As for my male counterparts, I heard so many stories about the stack of smutty magazines their father’s stepfather’s mom’s boyfriends and brother’s owned — sometimes they’d flash one in my face for shock value. But I wasn’t necessarily a part of the conversation. I never really look around for that kind of smut. For me, itt was all about books.

I’d spend hours reading the latest copy of Our Bodies Ourselves, or some other vagina owner’s manual my mother kept tucked away by her night stand. I sometimes used them for instructions — troubleshooting, but mostly, I’d ogle the single-lined illustrations of people having conscious baby-making sex. I took it all in and till this day remember almost everything. Can’t say it’s a bad thing to have under my belt.

Rewind about 120 years ago in 1880, when you could find your first pornographic image made by halftone prints [a technique that simulates a continuous tone imagery through the use of dots]. Then later in 1959, the psychology graduate, turned copywriter decided to print his own publication: Playboy.

The rest is history and frankly a little sad. Now you’ve got youtube, redtube, fucktube, kink[dot]comtube and everything in between. Everyone thought they were sad about losing newspapers, but now that we’re losing Hustler people are authentically pissed. The over-saturated online world of porn completely eliminates any imagination, or the distance you wanted to create from the super freaky world of sex. It kind of scares me. And this is coming from a person who, if you will, isn’t afraid of sexual expression. Or what do older people call it? A free-spirit?

I miss the good old smut and the joy you’d get from from the lucky chance of seeing it in a magazine or rated R movie. But I guess now, all I have to do it take off my clothes and sit in front of the mirror and voila, old school smut.

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