About me

For just about as long as I can remember, sex has been on my mind. Grade school sex ed was something I really wanted, having heard my friends talk about their fathers’ Playboys or the sex scene in Basic Instinct. Without such magazines in my own home, I’d flip to the back of my father’s GQ and look at the ads for the “Making Love” series, turned on by what the ads promised as explicit scenes and imagined what they showed. 

At bookstores I’d sneak glances at the Anne Hooper books. My first real exposure to porn was being shown a Playboy at a friend’s house, and drooling over a blonde dressed as a cowgirl, lying on a haybail with her legs spread, showing off a hot blonde bush. (I’ve since tried finding that issue online, sadly to no avail.)

While a lot has changed, much also hasn’t. Now in my late 20s, I still find myself thinking a lot about sex, masturbation, porn and erotica. I love that I have a high sex drive, and am comfortable with the importance these have in my life. But even after all these years I still get a rush opening my porn stash - it always feels naughty and voyeuristic, to be reading, looking at and purchasing toys that are “for adults only”.