The Good Old Days

I loathe the phrase “back in my day…” Society is constantly evolving. The only thing that remains consistent is that people will remain in awe of change, as if the world is supposed to stand still to reflect the time you were 18. I’m 37 now, and I’ve become what I hate.

The other day, I got a friend request from Dave on Facebook. Dave and I were close when I was in college. Dave reminded me of my first “big” porn experience. No, not the first time I saw a naked boob in Playboy or even the first time I saw people having sex on VHS.

One night when we were 19, Dave, Ed, Ricky and I drove from Waukegan across the boarder to Kenosha, Wisconsin to go to the porn store. It was overwhelming. There were rubber, plastic, and glass “toys” of every size for every orifice. Shelf after shelf featured videos to satisfy every fetish – big butts, big tits, black women, Asian women, old, young, gay, bi, and on and on. And all the magazines. We spent over an hour there (it was tough to get Ricky to leave), and although we didn’t buy anything, I’ll never forget it.

What struck me most was the volume of fetishes out there and the number of women doing pornography. Kids these days only need to do a little Google search to learn these things. They don’t have to gather the boys together and drive across the border to some sleazy store. They get a nearly unlimited supply of porn without having a lecherous truck driver looking over their shoulder.

Kids today don’t know how good they’ve got it. I yearn for a simpler time.