Stalker Boy
decided, on the infamous trip to Austria that as he had the gay this week he was going to buy himself some nice grot to look at. So we go to Salzburg for the day (thanks to his aforementioned Sound of Music obsession), and he spends about 10 euros on a magazine called "ADAM" and proceeds to show me the photos inside all the way home. The most of it was just guys standing around in the nip, and one of them I would swear blind to this day only had one ball (appropriate, considering what country we were in).

My fragile little mind. It's a wonder he didn't give me the gay.

More recently one of my housemates last year was an art student, who came home with endless graphic novels to use for research, and some of them were porn (she had at one time worked in a sex shop, apparently). The one I remember the most clearly was best described as BDSM rape porn, and I'm still wondering how I still manage to be attracted to men after seeing it. I would give the name and say Google it but I'd rather that no one else's fragile little mind was warped the way mine was.

It got thrown under the couch after about a week with a cry of "eeeeeeeeeew!" but the others, including a French one (which my housemates got me to translate for them) about a girl who has sex with her cat, who somehow turns into a man (bet she was sorry she'd had him neutered) and the usual sort of stuff like vampire pron. As well as another one full of pictures of girls in horse tack, including fake hooves...?
( Maladicta, Thu 25 Jan 2007, 20:30, Reply)