I think every living, breathing person on this earth has watched porn at one time or another. Do you remember the exact moment it happened? Did you catch your parents watching it? Did your brother show it to you? Did someone at school tell you about it? Did you have HBO as a kid? I bet you can’t even remember exactly how you learned about this fundamental human right. Well, it just so happens I remember exactly how I did. And I got to say, it changed my life forever.
I was a young, strapping, innocent boy of around 9 or 10. If you’ve kept up on the blog at all, definitely around my exploratory girl toy phase. This was the time when the internet really starting booming, and my house was connected, oh yeah. We had a brand new Mac Power PC 6500 with 300 MHz of pure silicone heaven, connected to a blazingly fast 56k dial-up modem. We could be hooked up to the internet in all of 1.5 minutes. It was amazing.
A lot of times when my older brother would have friends over, I would shadow them. I was pretty cool myself, and had hundreds of my own friends, but there was something really special about hanging out with 14 year-olds. It was so awesome. So one day, my brother had a friend over named Aaron. My brother thought it would be a good idea to go on our new computer and surf the web for a little. They went on to the best search engine at the time, excite, and were trying to figure out what they were going to look up. With a malicious look on his face, Aaron jumped into the drivers seat and typed in four letters. The most important and influential four letter of my life. P-O-R-N, porn. Me not having heard of this word before thought nothing of it, but my brother, with superhuman speed and agility, jumped over his friend, and deleted the search. This was the impetus that would change everything.
As a curious and tech savvy 10 year old would, I committed the word to memory, and waited for a time where I had the computer to myself to see what this forbidden word was. When the time finally arrived, I went back to excite, typed in the word, and hit search. What awaited me was beyond anything in my wildest dreams.
A world of naked women lay before me. All I had to do was click, and I had access to blonds, brunettes, asians, whatever! Pictures of all the most beautiful women I had ever seen, with breasts! I had discovered the greatest thing in my life. Better than toys, better than friends, definitely better than school. I had been so entranced by porn that I had become immediately addicted. I wanted to watch it at all times. I started pretending I was sick so I could stay at home at watch it. I remember looking at a list of my absences and I had missed over 20 days for the school year. There are only about 20 weekdays in month, so I missed about a month of school that year to look at pictures of naked women. That has to be a record for a 10 year old.
Since my mom has an avid reader of my blog now (fuck), and I had never told her this story (or anyone for that matter), I had to come clean to her her before publishing; just to make sure she wouldn’t still be angry over something I did almost 15 years ago. She was surprised, but also told me “It’s totally normal for an elementary school boy to do that kind of SHIT”. Love you, Mom.
If you want to talk to your kids about porn, like my parents failed to do with me, go to this website… it will help. Hahahahaaahhahahahaahhaahhahah!
I made it through the first paragraph of your blog. So, while you were home watching all this porn, you were not at school learning grammar. It’s not “you’re brother.” It’s “your brother.”
Now I will read the rest of your post about all the porn you watched.
Your mother
What a useless comment. BOO!
I discovered magazines first as an elementary school kid…in my mom’s locked chest. Very weird. Yet glorious. Though I no longer remember the title, I can remember many of the pages clear as day. Honestly…I imagine it’s similar to crack or some other vicious drug…no high will ever be like the first.
I wonder what your parents were doing with those magazines…
Thanks for scaring the hell out of me! I have a tech savvy 10-year-old son and an easily persuaded 8-year-old son. I’m locking up the computer.
Yeah, I would do that ASAP… You may already be too late.
It was all normal till I read about the confession part. You NEVER do that.
Funny thing is I would only confess on the internet in front of all of you!
What a beautiful and poignant piece. A story of childhood innocence being robbed. A true story too. Truly beautiful.
It is kinda funny how no one teaches this stuff and then one day by magic I learnt self love. I must be a genius or something at loneliness.
Self love is the best love. No one can touch you like you.
I once bit my friend’s arm until he bled for pulling up porn on my computer as a fourteen year old. I can still hear his screams to this day. I was worried that the video he was attempting to play would wake up my parents but his screams from my bite did that trick.
I would of done the same thing. To a fourteen year olds mind, biting is the only solution. The one thing I would do differently would be to prepare a pillow to muffle the screams. Then we get everything we want.
Exactly. Then you bite him and can also make fun of him for being a pillow biter. Perfect solution.
I only give perfect solutions.
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