Woof
Although I had seen the obligatory torn-up hedge copy of Razzle when I was about 9, who really cares about softcore? It's just pictures of lady's hairy bits (well, this WAS the very early 80s - I wasn't even aware there was anything more than hair between a lady's legs for a year or two after that).

I reckon you don't get a REAL experience of porn until you see hardcore. And in my case, that happened when I was about 12.

I was friends with a guy a couple of years older than I, who in turn had two Video Recorders in a time when owning a single VCR was rare. One afternoon he decided to show me a new video he'd acquired.

The video in question was Animal Farm, which was in this case not the Orwell Classic.

We sat in silence as we watched a woman getting jiggy with various farmyard animals, and, bizarrely, an Eel. And a bloke shag a chicken and Horse. Then it cut to another scene delightfully entitled "Teenage Dog Orgy". Then the only utterance throughout the whole sorry affair passed between the two of us.

"They're spoiling that dog."
"Yeah..."


Probably not the best way to be introduced to the way of hardcore pornography. It could have really screwed me up.

So my friend put another video on which seemed to contain little more than French blokes snorting what I now know in retrospect was Cocaine off of hairy women's twats.

I was doomed from the start.
(Glis, Fri 26 Jan 2007, 13:37, Reply)