Us kids of the 90's lived without Internet. It didn’t exactly suck because we had no clue what we were missing. But as a result, we were forced to use exceedingly desperate measures to get our porn fix. In fact, when I think back to my childhood, a lot of the misadventures us neighborhood kids found ourselves in revolved around the noble quest of seeing boobs. Those reading this article who grew up in the 90s might have a smirk on their faces remembering their own zany escapades. For those of you who didn’t grow up in the era of side-scrolling video games and Pogs, here’s how we got by...
them, and it was everything. But they would only play these movies on weekends after midnight, so you had to be super covert about it. If things lined up right and your parents went to bed early, you would sneak downstairs to the family television (back then the average television per household was two. One was usually in your parent’s bedroom, and the other was always in the family room). Then you would have to quickly turn the volume to zero before it woke everyone up (if you were extra clever, you would lower the volume beforehand), and then you would hope your parents didn't catch you.
I remember doing this just to admire the female form. I didn’t really know what masturbating was, so I would just sit there in awe, with my hand on the power knob (of the television! Some of our TVs still had knobs and dials back then). Then I would enjoy all the fun hormones flowing through me. I was such a little weirdo.
From there, it was kind of an elaborate system. If you were lucky enough to get access to the movie before it was returned to Blockbuster and your parents were either sleeping or doing some gardening or whatever, you would fast forward the video to the good stuff—if your parents were kind, and they rewound the tape. Then you would watch that blissful scene a few times and then rewind it again. Of course, then you would brag to all your friends which movie and when the sighting occurred. I could more accurately list which films from the 90s had nudity in them than list US presidents.
peak at the dirty mags on the top shelf of the magazine rack. This was the signature move of two of my childhood best friends. Except these two clowns eventually used this plot to steal the magazines. In fact, that’s how our porno tree was stocked. Their operation went smoothly until one day the clerk chased my friend outside the store, and his clumsy ass fell over when he tried to hop on his getaway bike.After writing this article, I’ve come to realize something… We had it really good growing up in the 90s. Porn was a cherished and sacred thing. It was scarce. More forbidden and naughty. You got whatever porn you got, and you were thrilled with it. There was no critically scrolling through the relentless options, further propelling a culture of never being satisfied and always wanting something new or different.
I’ll never forget that awkward lust. The adrenaline rush of trying not to get caught. That desperate hunt for the next porn fix. We had to be creative and cunning back then. And to me, that made porn all the more exciting.
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