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Monday, May 26, 2014

Growing Up with Porn

Sillyone at Teetering on the Brink of Normalcy posted (here) about parenting in the age of internet pornography - and specifically, what to do about a 15-year-old son.

Tom at Three Spelling Mistakes weighed in with In My Day... - and he and I seem to have grown up in the same era. When I think about the lengths we would go as boys just to see a Playboy or a Penthouse magazine.... And often there was nothing you could *do* - you simply had to wait until the porn fairy saw fit to grace you with a stash of woods porn (as I've written about.)

Those Penthouse magazines were more valuable than gold. And as dangerous and unstable as uranium. Once you had one, did you risk bringing it in the house to stash in your bedroom (high risk, high reward) - or did you try to find a super-secret spot to hide it in the woods (no risk of parents, but the risk that it would be found...or rained on and ruined...plus you couldn't be, *ahem*, alone with it.)

Even into my 20's, porn meant Cinemax soft-core porn late at night on Fridays and Saturdays. *Atrocious* movies - but I'd stay up and watch the whole thing just to see ten minutes of horrible unconvincing simulated sex. But that's what was available.

I really can't imagine being that horny (and I don't have words for how *desperately* horny a teenage boy can be - it's pretty much all-consuming) - and having access to unlimited free hardcore porn. If you'd given me a laptop with unlimited access to porn, I really think I never would have come out of my room.

Anyway, this is more reminiscing about a time I wouldn't go back to for all the money in the world than giving any thoughtful advice to the parent of a current 15-year-old. Looking at the feedback to the original post, there's a link to a Dan Savage post that seems like a really good answer.

I guess teen sexuality has always been a minefield, and ubiquitous porn hasn't made it any easier.

2 comments:

  1. I guess a lot of us are from the same age group and had similar experiences with Playboy and Penthouse. Candy Loving (Miss January 1979) was absolutely my dream wife when I was 15 or 16. Oh how I cherished that magazine. I think it helped soften things by feeling the need to read the stats that accompanied the centerfolds.

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  2. I also got into my dad's Playboy stash. Soaked up the photos and the articles. It's not just boys! Now that I've become a fan of some online p0rn, it seems better to let them explore at home rather than get into trouble with the young girls. But I'm not a parent so not going near giving any advice!

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