PORN

PORN:

Or as Archie Bunker called it, Hard pore conography.

My first exposure to actual porn was when I was a young married.  We were friends with a couple who lived in the City.  We met and decided to go the The Screening Room.  Well, the audience was sparse but we sat in the very front row.  The entertainment consisted of short stories of varying degree.  Viewing a six foot vagina gives you a new appreciation for gynecologists.  After having viewed a few of these, the final capper was an outright advertisement for porn stars.  It paid 50 dollars per hour.  My initial thought was, "Who could last that long!?"

Fast forward 20 odd years, second husband had a couple of videos that he needed to return to a friend.  The plot was missing, production values were equivalent to a Brownie 8 mm camera.  One scene involved a young woman surrounded by men in masks twirling their schlongs. One man had a very long piece of equipment.  There after he was always in a mask unless he played the unmasked good guy.

Let me go back for some historical bits and pieces.  A co-worker in my home town told me once that her uncle managed the local power plant.  He had control of who had power and who did not have power.  The local madam in the ah "Hotel" had failed to make the payment on the power bill. He demanded that the bill be paid.  She replied that she did not want to pay the bill.  So he cut off the power until she um made arrangements.

Also a few years ago, I went on the underground tour in Pendleton, Oregon.  While over all fascinating we also got an above ground tour of the old cat house.  It lasted well into the 60's.  The madam provided Sunday services in a little parlor which also served as meet and greet space.  Each girl was given an education on typewriting or secretary.  Laundry was provided. Health care was provided.  The ladies went to a local hair dresser for haircuts and styles.  They dressed well.  There were four sex rooms that had glass fronts on them so that patrons could see what was going on and to provide security if the client got a little out of hand.  There were also apartments in the building.  During WWII the black GI's were referred to a separate building.  I think there simply weren't many black girls but the ladies provided segregated services.

The only other professional I never met was the Mayor of Sausalito, Sally something.  She was a former madam who owned The Riding Academy in the city.  I read her biography and it was fascinating.