That’s Entertainment
When I was a kid in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, there was a used book store called That’s Entertainment I liked to linger in. Their collection of old comics was killer, but the dusty porn mags in the back gave it that extra appeal for my boyish mind. They had plenty of regular books as well but I rarely looked at those.
I would always hang out by the comics (perfectly happy), but when the clerk wasn’t looking I’d steal out back to the aluminum filing cabinets full of decades-old girlie publications.
This was the early ’80s, so most of this treasure was from the ’50s and ’60s. In truth, it was pretty classy stuff by today’s standards. Centerfolds back then could pass for extremely tasty art today. The girls were beautiful (and natural) without exception, with the authentic doe-eyed look of innocence that nary a chick I know could halfway fake these days. After doing a couple-three amateur Choke-On-My-Dick videos for the internet (and, goddamn it, $400), it must be hard to nail that sweet, expectant smile.
But what do I know? I’m just a slightly grown up kid, now surfing the web like it was the back room of That’s Entertainment, thinking: I might be finally sick of porn.
on July 24th, 2008 at 10:12 pm
Marcus, I thought it was called Imagine That