#1 March 21st, 2006 12:58 PM

catt

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Where It All Began

I was chatting with a friend (yes, I have one/some) just yesterday about my life-long fascination with pornography, and what was the defining moment for my interest.  I managed to trace it back to when I was a youngster and watched The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas on late night teevee - which, co-incidentally, is where my rather sad Dolly Parton fandom also sprang from.  Since then, I've always had it in the back of my mind that I'd rather fancy being the madame of a brothel.  All that singing and dancing and crazy cowgirl outfits, administering the whorehouse and snogging Burt Reynolds (here I am really showing my age), etc, etc. 

So I'm curious (again) - can any of you recall your first encounter with 'pornography', or what set you on the trail of erotica appreciation?  If so, I'd love to hear about it!

xxCattxx

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jackscratch

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Re: Where It All Began

I was chatting with a friend (yes, I have one/some) just yesterday about my life-long fascination with pornography, and what was the defining moment for my interest.  I managed to trace it back to when I was a youngster and watched The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas on late night teevee - which, co-incidentally, is where my rather sad Dolly Parton fandom also sprang from.  Since then, I've always had it in the back of my mind that I'd rather fancy being the madame of a brothel.  All that singing and dancing and crazy cowgirl outfits, administering the whorehouse and snogging Burt Reynolds (here I am really showing my age), etc, etc. 

So I'm curious (again) - can any of you recall your first encounter with 'pornography', or what set you on the trail of erotica appreciation?  If so, I'd love to hear about it!

xxCattxx

I'm starting to feel like I must have way too much time on my hands since I'm responding so much here of late...really, I don't...REALLY. But just couldn't resist this one. I remember my first gaze at "porn" or at least something my young mind registered as "ZING!" It was of a 45rpm record sleeve (sorry Catt, I think I just trumped you) of Jan and Dean with a bunch of girls on their arms, totally beachie/surf scene kind of deal. One of them was scantily clad in a bikini (which would probably pass as something that could be worn to church nowdays) with some really nice boobs. I remember gazing it for many hours as child - it gave me a funny kind of feeling down in my pants...I must have been about 5 or 6.

catt

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Re: Where It All Began

I'm starting to feel like I must have way too much time on my hands since I'm responding so much here of late...really, I don't...REALLY. But just couldn't resist this one. I remember my first gaze at "porn" or at least something my young mind registered as "ZING!" It was of a 45rpm record sleeve (sorry Catt, I think I just trumped you) of Jan and Dean with a bunch of girls on their arms, totally beachie/surf scene kind of deal. One of them was scantily clad in a bikini (which would probably pass as something that could be worn to church nowdays) with some really nice boobs. I remember gazing it for many hours as child - it gave me a funny kind of feeling down in my pants...I must have been about 5 or 6.

You have a piddling 16 posts against my 281, grasshopper, so I fear you are far from being here 'too much'!

*evil Ming-The-Merciless type laughter*

Anyhoo, I think that's a fairly typical introduction, falling4fun - although I was kinda hoping for the whole 'abducted by Amazonians and raised in a naked and nubile sex commune' type telling.

xxCattxx

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bonny_kate

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Re: Where It All Began

So call me crazy, but I was also enchanted as a teenager by the charming Dolly Parton in Best Little Whorehouse in Texas.

About that time, I discovered my parents' stash of porn, which probably (and I will discuss this with my therapist next week) influenced my relationship with/appreciation of smut. I read The Joy of Sex, I read really hardcore porn novels, and I saw some fairly shocking videos.

I don't suppose (is this naive?) all that information ever came forefront in my conscious until I was college, where I was already quite backwards regarding relations with the opposite (heck, either) sex. But I'd lways had an interest in 'smut'. I was fairly popular, and always the girl one would call up if one had new camera equipment.

I've always chalked it up to vanity, misplaced as it may have been. But I truly like smut. I like ISM and its inceptions, and pay-persmut and all of that. I find it absolutely fascinating. This is one of the reasons I like it here - I don't feel weird.

I might tomorrow, but (you know the song) I've had a couple martinis.
k.

LeoBloom

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Re: Where It All Began

Oddly, I think the crucial event came not when I was in my teens but in my twenties, and it was not an experience of pornography, but one of sexual contact.
I had fixed up three or four days with a girl whom I had known for some time, and we had gone away for the weekend. We had been friends so far but had decided we wanted to try each other out. She was a couple of years younger than me, very attractive in a slim ‘gamine’ way. One afternoon when we were making love in our hotel room in Verona she straddled herself over me so that we could enjoy some ‘69’ together. It sounds strange to say, as I had had a normal – or reasonable – amount of sexual experience by then, but, faced by this close-up view of her splayed legs, very open vagina and inviting anus, I was suddenly struck, as if for the first time, by the peculiar – and complementary – pleasure of looking as well as participating. I certainly proceeded with some cunnilingus and anilingus, but every detail of that has gone from my head. But the sight of her in that moment is something I shall never forget – and most of the details of our sexual experiences, alas, get completely forgotten.
Of course, it was important that it was her orifices I was staring into so intently. Most pornography is not interesting, because those anatomical details are not interestingly related to the rest of the woman. The physical intimacy of those details is exciting and fascinating when it can give you the sensation of intimate contact with a person you in some sense know – and the best of the folios on this site do that.

LeoBloom

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Re: Where It All Began

Not everything is clear in that previous post, I see. In the last paragraph I should have printed the sentence as 'Of course, it was important that it was HER orifices I was staring into so intently'. And I should perhaps have made clearer that the sight of her in that position was not just very erotic, but also touching.

maxi

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Re: Where It All Began

I too found my parents copy of 'The Joy of Sex' at a young age but I think this was more damaging- because it belonged to my parents. My first possitive exprerience with Porn was when I found some really cool manga porn where the boys were morphing into girls on orgasm. I can't remember what it was called but since then I have become a big fan of 'Bondage Fairies' comics. I actually find drawn illustrations more arousing then photos for some reason (hmmm interesting to note 'The Joy of Sex' actually had illustrations rather then photos).

blissed

Member

Re: Where It All Began

From the ages of 12 to 14 I had a very intimate relationship with my mums littlewoods catalogue It's full of clothes, knickers, bras, happy looking ladies and she could never find it when she wanted to use it when I saw even the tiniest deposit on a page I    blotted it with a tissue and left it open to dry out. So I never stuck any pages together. Actually, they came out in spring, summer and autumn, and when a new one came out, I used to tell her I wanted the old one to make collages with. I didn't have to be quite so careful with those.

jackscratch

Member

Re: Where It All Began

You have a piddling 16 posts against my 281, grasshopper, so I fear you are far from being here 'too much'!

*evil Ming-The-Merciless type laughter*

Anyhoo, I think that's a fairly typical introduction, falling4fun - although I was kinda hoping for the whole 'abducted by Amazonians and raised in a naked and nubile sex commune' type telling.

xxCattxx

Gulp...(sheepish chargined look, nervous laugh)...okey dokey, guess I misunderstood the request, Catt, thought you were looking for earliest when you were actually wanting something that's both juicier and more unique...hmmm...like the time when I first discovered my dad's copy of "Wee Trannies Plooking Farm Animals"? But I guess that would be purely fabricated...fast forward about 5 years from the record sleeve gaping . My older teenage sister had a copy of "Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex (but were afraid to ask)...the title alone had me fully engaged. My favorite chapter concerned cunninglingus/fellatio...I recall a wooden description of what it entails, but I recall being much more interested in it mentioning that GIRLS could do it to each other and a pencil drawing of two engaged in the act (woohoo)...  My hunch is that if I were to re-read it now it would be incredibly tame/lame...but it drove me to wild abandon and non stop self abuse just thinking about...I'm certain this has NOTHING to do with favorite folios here on ISM...

alyce

Member

Re: Where It All Began

We had a great big glass topped coffee table when I was just a child.  Under the glass top was wooden slats and we had probably close to 1000 mags under there, mostly women's gossip and home magazines.  But in there, kept down the bottom, in a certain stack, was a PlayBoy.  Before I could read I would try to copy the poses of the models in front of my big mirror.  Of course, I didn't even know that this magazine wasn't kid reading, but was smart enough to realise it was at the bottom of the stack for a reason and would out it back there every time after I looked through it.

fi

Administrator

Re: Where It All Began

So I'm curious (again) - can any of you recall your first encounter with 'pornography', or what set you on the trail of erotica appreciation?  If so, I'd love to hear about it!

There was this very prim and proper, wimple-wearing nun who taught me Literature in High School, and she lent me a collection of short stories containing some works by De Sade.  I never found his writing very erotic but was gobsmacked at the thought of what went on under Sister Maureens' habit. 

In terms of finding magazines around the house...  My parents obviously never had sex (and you can't make me think about it either!) so there were no copies of 'Joy of sex' lying around, just the Pears Illustrated encyclopaedia.  It was a bit dry, but I loved looking at everyone's bits in cross-sections on the clear plastic illustrations.  But I got my first glimpse of naked ladies in a rude context by looking through my older brothers 'fishing' magazines. Best article title ever - "She's our gill!"

catt

Member

Re: Where It All Began

So call me crazy, but I was also enchanted as a teenager by the charming Dolly Parton in Best Little Whorehouse in Texas.

About that time, I discovered my parents' stash of porn, which probably (and I will discuss this with my therapist next week) influenced my relationship with/appreciation of smut. I read The Joy of Sex, I read really hardcore porn novels, and I saw some fairly shocking videos.

I don't suppose (is this naive?) all that information ever came forefront in my conscious until I was college, where I was already quite backwards regarding relations with the opposite (heck, either) sex. But I'd lways had an interest in 'smut'. I was fairly popular, and always the girl one would call up if one had new camera equipment.

I've always chalked it up to vanity, misplaced as it may have been. But I truly like smut. I like ISM and its inceptions, and pay-persmut and all of that. I find it absolutely fascinating. This is one of the reasons I like it here - I don't feel weird.

I might tomorrow, but (you know the song) I've had a couple martinis.
k.

Bonny_Kate, you're crazy.

My parents either never had porn, or I was a crap explorer.  To be honest, I spent more time digging holes and climbing trees than sneaking about in underwear drawers.  But my uncle had a copy of The Joy Of Sex (ahh, the 70's!), and that used to be brought out when no-one else was around.  By me, not me and my uncle.  That would be weird.

<---loves that everytime you comment here, you've 'had a couple martinis'.  Let's hope they were dirty.

xxCattxx

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the beauty of simplicity is the complexity it attracts.

catt

Member

Re: Where It All Began

Oddly, I think the crucial event came not when I was in my teens but in my twenties, and it was not an experience of pornography, but one of sexual contact.
I had fixed up three or four days with a girl whom I had known for some time, and we had gone away for the weekend. We had been friends so far but had decided we wanted to try each other out. She was a couple of years younger than me, very attractive in a slim ‘gamine’ way. One afternoon when we were making love in our hotel room in Verona she straddled herself over me so that we could enjoy some ‘69’ together. It sounds strange to say, as I had had a normal – or reasonable – amount of sexual experience by then, but, faced by this close-up view of her splayed legs, very open vagina and inviting anus, I was suddenly struck, as if for the first time, by the peculiar – and complementary – pleasure of looking as well as participating. I certainly proceeded with some cunnilingus and anilingus, but every detail of that has gone from my head. But the sight of her in that moment is something I shall never forget – and most of the details of our sexual experiences, alas, get completely forgotten.
Of course, it was important that it was her orifices I was staring into so intently. Most pornography is not interesting, because those anatomical details are not interestingly related to the rest of the woman. The physical intimacy of those details is exciting and fascinating when it can give you the sensation of intimate contact with a person you in some sense know – and the best of the folios on this site do that.

It's also vulnerability, I think.  That's pretty much as physically exposed as you can get, and tied in the the emotional connection often made when two people are naked together, you've got a fairly potent presentation of trust.

Thus ends The Prude's Perspective.

xxCattxx

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the beauty of simplicity is the complexity it attracts.

catt

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Re: Where It All Began

I too found my parents copy of 'The Joy of Sex' at a young age but I think this was more damaging- because it belonged to my parents. My first possitive exprerience with Porn was when I found some really cool manga porn where the boys were morphing into girls on orgasm. I can't remember what it was called but since then I have become a big fan of 'Bondage Fairies' comics. I actually find drawn illustrations more arousing then photos for some reason (hmmm interesting to note 'The Joy of Sex' actually had illustrations rather then photos).

Something that kinda bugs me about ISM (and it's prolly one of the few things) is the amount of girls who respond to Who I'd Least Like To See Shoot Themselves with "my mother", "my father", or "my parents".  Yeah, I know - it's tough seeing your parents as anything other than parents, and sometimes even harder to acknowledge that they had (or hopefully, still have) a sex life.  But come on, people!  One day, YOUR kids will be saying "Ewww, gross!" when you go to give your life partner a snog in the kitchen.

(The JOS illustrations were fairly explicit, by my recollection.  By today's standards, it's so, so softcore.  And much more beardy...)

xxCattxx

Max!  I wanna see more of your art!  Show me!

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catt

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Re: Where It All Began

From the ages of 12 to 14 I had a very intimate relationship with my mums littlewoods catalogue It's full of clothes, knickers, bras, happy looking ladies and she could never find it when she wanted to use it when I saw even the tiniest deposit on a page I    blotted it with a tissue and left it open to dry out. So I never stuck any pages together. Actually, they came out in spring, summer and autumn, and when a new one came out, I used to tell her I wanted the old one to make collages with. I didn't have to be quite so careful with those.

Ahh, the catalogue!  Easily accessible, free, and delivered to your doorstep.  The perfect porn substitute for the curious young lad.  And 'collages' is brilliant...not so much if you're a math/science kid, though.

xxCattxx

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the beauty of simplicity is the complexity it attracts.

catt

Member

Re: Where It All Began

Gulp...(sheepish chargined look, nervous laugh)...okey dokey, guess I misunderstood the request, Catt, thought you were looking for earliest when you were actually wanting something that's both juicier and more unique...hmmm...like the time when I first discovered my dad's copy of "Wee Trannies Plooking Farm Animals"? But I guess that would be purely fabricated...fast forward about 5 years from the record sleeve gaping . My older teenage sister had a copy of "Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex (but were afraid to ask)...the title alone had me fully engaged. My favorite chapter concerned cunninglingus/fellatio...I recall a wooden description of what it entails, but I recall being much more interested in it mentioning that GIRLS could do it to each other and a pencil drawing of two engaged in the act (woohoo)...  My hunch is that if I were to re-read it now it would be incredibly tame/lame...but it drove me to wild abandon and non stop self abuse just thinking about...I'm certain this has NOTHING to do with favorite folios here on ISM...

Don't be nervous, falling4fun, I'm a pussycat really. 

And as for "Wee Trannies Plooking Farm Animals", are you talking about the magazine or the video? *grin*

xxCattxx

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the beauty of simplicity is the complexity it attracts.

catt

Member

Re: Where It All Began

We had a great big glass topped coffee table when I was just a child.  Under the glass top was wooden slats and we had probably close to 1000 mags under there, mostly women's gossip and home magazines.  But in there, kept down the bottom, in a certain stack, was a PlayBoy.  Before I could read I would try to copy the poses of the models in front of my big mirror.  Of course, I didn't even know that this magazine wasn't kid reading, but was smart enough to realise it was at the bottom of the stack for a reason and would out it back there every time after I looked through it.

...did your parents ever come home one day to find you buried and trapped beneath a monolith of magazines, sheepish expression on your face?

xxCattxx

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the beauty of simplicity is the complexity it attracts.

catt

Member

Re: Where It All Began

There was this very prim and proper, wimple-wearing nun who taught me Literature in High School, and she lent me a collection of short stories containing some works by De Sade.  I never found his writing very erotic but was gobsmacked at the thought of what went on under Sister Maureens' habit. 

In terms of finding magazines around the house...  My parents obviously never had sex (and you can't make me think about it either!) so there were no copies of 'Joy of sex' lying around, just the Pears Illustrated encyclopaedia.  It was a bit dry, but I loved looking at everyone's bits in cross-sections on the clear plastic illustrations.  But I got my first glimpse of naked ladies in a rude context by looking through my older brothers 'fishing' magazines. Best article title ever - "She's our gill!"

Firstly, I'm jealous you were raised by nuns (only slightly less cool than being raised by wolves...which I wouldn't put past you, either).  Secondly, I have SO many images on my hard drive that could compliment your "She's Our Gill!" comment, but I'm afraid they're far too ribald for ISM forums, even.

(What IS it with porn and FISH?!)

xxCattxx

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the beauty of simplicity is the complexity it attracts.

SCSIgirl

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Re: Where It All Began

I was chatting with a friend (yes, I have one/some) just yesterday about my life-long fascination with pornography, and what was the defining moment for my interest.  I managed to trace it back to when I was a youngster and watched The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas on late night teevee - which, co-incidentally, is where my rather sad Dolly Parton fandom also sprang from.  Since then, I've always had it in the back of my mind that I'd rather fancy being the madame of a brothel.  All that singing and dancing and crazy cowgirl outfits, administering the whorehouse and snogging Burt Reynolds (here I am really showing my age), etc, etc. 

So I'm curious (again) - can any of you recall your first encounter with 'pornography', or what set you on the trail of erotica appreciation?  If so, I'd love to hear about it!

xxCattxx

This one's easy.  Blame it on Hypatia Lee.  The first adult actress that was really a knock out.  I wanted to photograph her in the worst way.  I had been shooting nudes long before that but they were naturalist nudes:  nudes in nature.  Hypatia got my interest in erotic nudes going.  Her time of fame (late '80s to mid '90s)  also saw Nikki Charm who I fell madley in love with.  It was all downhill from there.

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alyce

Member

Re: Where It All Began

Something that kinda bugs me about ISM (and it's prolly one of the few things) is the amount of girls who respond to Who I'd Least Like To See Shoot Themselves with "my mother", "my father", or "my parents".  Yeah, I know - it's tough seeing your parents as anything other than parents, and sometimes even harder to acknowledge that they had (or hopefully, still have) a sex life.  But come on, people!  One day, YOUR kids will be saying "Ewww, gross!" when you go to give your life partner a snog in the kitchen.

I answered parents. I couldn't think of anything else to say.  It's not because I don't think my parents have sex, they do, not with each other any more being that they're divorced, but they certainly have sex.  And it doesn't make me cringe this thought.  They know I have sex, I know they have sex. But I don't want to look at 60 or so shots of my naked parents.  Just like they wouldn't want to see my shoot, we're too close for that. I don't want to see the guy I consider to be my best friend either really...

did your parents ever come home one day to find you buried and trapped beneath a monolith of magazines, sheepish expression on your face?

I seem to recall my mum asking me what I was doing once when I was about 7 or 8, but my parents were really open and cool about sex, so I don't think there was anything more than the explanation that it was a book for daddies and one day I too would look like the women there, plus or minus, lol.  My parents are really close friends to me, rather than traditional parental figures, and pretty much always have been.

jackscratch

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Re: Where It All Began

Don't be nervous, falling4fun, I'm a pussycat really. 

And as for "Wee Trannies Plooking Farm Animals", are you talking about the magazine or the video? *grin*

xxCattxx

Me nervous, surely you jest ;-) fyi, pussycat, it was an instructional manual. It's where I learned all my tricks for my sheepish girlfriends, achachachach (popeye laugh)

pia

Member

Re: Where It All Began

o I'm curious (again) - can any of you recall your first encounter with 'pornography', or what set you on the trail of erotica appreciation? If so, I'd love to hear about it!

ok well this is not exactly an 'abducted by Amazonians and raised in a naked and nubile sex commune' story but I have two memories which seemed to have stuck in my brain.

The first of these is of a time when I was 11 and sleeping over at a friends house one weekend .. her whole house was filled with trashy porn magazines and posters and videos and dildos .. and her parents didn't seem to be there the whole weekend and my friend and her sister put a video on and showed me where their step mum kept her dildos and told me about how they had to clean them as part of their chores everyday and how they hated her and she was a nymphomaniac and then they had to explain what that meant because I had no idea .. I remember being very baffled by it all and I don't think that experience really left me with more fascination in the subject .. rather It made me feel less annoyed by my parents interest in mung beans and alfalfa.

The second memory is of a time when I was 13 and at boarding school and one of my friends asked me and another girl if she could take photos of us. Once we were together in the room where she was taking photos she asked if we could take our clothes off and then she asked us to touch each others breasts and then to kiss. And we happily went along with it all. The next day we discussed it and became scared that someone would find them and we would get into trouble. So we went into the dark room and found her negatives and burnt them. I regreted it straight afterwards and it's ever since then that I have been fascinated with nude photography. I really do regret destroying those negatives, it would be sooo interesting to see those photos now.