Start at the beginning, go through the middle, finish at the end

So this would be that beginning part. Just some basic history about me. I don’t have a ton of time to write, but I figure writing a little consistently is better that not writing at all.

So, I have a mother and a father. They are actually still married, 34 years earlier this year in fact. So, I am very blessed to come from a good family.

When I was growing up, my mother would take my brither and I to church religiously (no pun intended)…(OK, maybe some pun was intended). Anyway, my father sometimes came to church on Easter and Christmas Eve, but even that has thinned out through the years.

The first time I saw pornography I was about 6 years old. I very distinctly remember looking in a closet in our basement with my brother and finding a brown paper bag with a bunch of magazines in it. I didn’t know what they were about, but my brother, being a whole 10 years old, knew what was up. I seem to remember that he didn’t want me looking at them, but he wasn’t really making any sort of effort to keep me from them.

If there can be any sort of anecdote found here, this would be it. I rmember looking at one of the spreads and seeing a man laying face down with his tongue between a girls legs. I asked my brother, “Why is he doing that?” Of course, my brother relied on all the life experience of a 10 year old replied, “Because it tastes good.” I’ll never forget that.

Something I have found out about porn along the way: it is incredibly hard to forget.

From the first moment I saw a naked woman in a magazine, I was hooked. I learned to be pretty nosy. I was always on the lookout for more stuff. It wasn’t hard to find. Even if it was in a locked box, it was pretty easy to get to. For a long time I have blamed my dad for always having it around. Still working through that one.

So, I must have been 7 or so when I finally fessed up to my mother about the videotape with bad stuff on it that I found in the basement. My brother gave me the nastiest look for one of two reasons that I will never know; either I just busted his stash, or at least his chance at my dad’s stash, or he hadn’t even found it and was upset about it.

Well, its late, I gotta go, thanks for reading my blog. We’ll get to the large section of my life called the middle sometime soon.

~ by anonymouslyisaid on May 5, 2008.