The Death of Free Internet Porn?
I’m a product of the 80s and early 90s, the tail-end of what’s known as The Golden Era of Porn, a time when the smut flicks were as goofy and tacky and outrageous as our big hair and the funky clothes we wore. #AquaNet #ParachutePants. Watching a porn as a teenager was a right of passage, a major event for you and your friends like the Super Bowl is today. You snuck your dad’s Debbie Does Dallas VHS videotape out of your parents’ bedroom and brought it over to your friend’s house while his parents were out, where you and your buddies fast-forwarded to all the fuck scenes then pretended not to get excited out of fear of getting a boner in front of them and being called a “fag.” (Thinking back, that absolutely made no sense.) You were then careful to Be-Kind-And-Rewind it back to where it was so Dad didn’t know you watched it. (The porn movie equivalent of adding water to the vodka so they wouldn’t know you drank any.)
