|My current computer|
One good thing about Internet Porn: Moving "happy time" from the bathroom to the bedroom is more environmentally friendly due to toilet paper vs. stiff rag clean up methods.
Anyway, Ryan walked away without even looking at my computer. Then last week he announced, "Your new computer is here." He's actually going to install it in just a few minutes. The delay occurred because it was a terrible burden to transfer all my music and photo files onto our server. I was bitching about that when I thought, "This bitching feels familiar." Sure enough, I did a search in the TWL archives for "new computer" and came across this item from January 2008. That pretty much sums it up.
So yeah, my original point was technical difficulties may occur.
Bonus Blogging: Unprecedented Editorial Edict
After the Editor in Chief read this post he decided he wanted to comment on it but wanted it added to the main post instead of the comments section. Thus we present...
I was a teenage Porn Junkie!
My early experiences with porn were very similar to Ryan's (and probably all other white guy's). First saw hardcore in 8th grade when someone brought 3-4 torn out sheets from a Hustler magazine. I remember thinking "So THAT'S what it looks like!' I had no idea up until that point because Health Class was painfully puritanical in my school. You know that the man "inserts his penis into the vagina and its feels good" but that was about it. I remember when I got my few minutes with those Hustler pages I never gave them back, they started a collection that found its home in a comic book box tucked between issues of Classic X-Men and the then brand new Wolverine series.
I thought I was great at hiding things until one day I went to my stash and it was GONE! Instead there was a typed note (we had a word processor, not a computer in the home) stating that "pornography is NOT allowed in this home!" The odd thing about it this, and where it gets eerily similar to Ryan's story, is that this was never talked about. I was never told why pornography was not allowed in the home. I was never told not to jerk off like a madman, but I was never told it was ok either. It was as if teen sexuality did not exist. I think my parent's felt they said all they needed to when they definitely stated "Sex is an awesome, fun, and beautiful thing when enjoyed within the confines of marriage, in all other instances its immoral" and that was that!
My porn stash was temporarily moved to an abandoned shed in a vacant house down the street, until one day when I went to have a bit of personal time I saw the school security guard and principal there walking out with a cardboard box of vintage playboys (acquired from a friend's father who was tossing them, one of them included the original MADONNA nude shots she took in the 80s). The school officials never found out who was responsible for the stash (I wasn't alone in compiling it) but the hole in the fence used to access the shed was promptly closed.
Porn stash eventually made it back to the bedroom, but was kept in a homemade locked box along with a couple salacious love letters from a chick who gave me a handjob at summer camp.