We lived just fine. We actually touched other men.
You used to have to go to places that sold porn mags. Some of these places also had booths with TV screens and multiple porno channels where you could watch porn flicks. You had to feed the machine quarters.
We went to these places called bookstores, where we bought magazines, or video stores, where we would rent movies. Occasionally we would meet other men in these stores and go home with them and have sex.
We went over to Cheryl's house.
Before the internet there were DVDs; before DVDs there were videocassettes, before those there were 8mm movies. And of course there were adult theaters.
Porn theaters were heaven on earth.
r6 Can I get an "Amen!"?
Us youngins had to drive around to 7-11s after 1am before mustering the courage to lay down 8.99 - 14.99 for Mandate or Inches. There were always printing errors on the pages, smeared ink, or a straight porn magazine sandwiched in between the two gay porn magazines.
Clerks were allowed to call us "Faggot" as long as we got what we wanted.
Bookstores! Poppers! Booths! 25¢ video loops!
[quote]Clerks were allowed to call us "Faggot" as long as we got what we wanted.
Really? Did that happen to you?
I used to buy Playgirl and slip it between two other things I didn't want...always at a very anonymous type of place.
Remember how long it took the porn industry to switch from VHS to DVD? It wasn't until, like, 2003 when Falcon began offering titles on DVD.
It was hellish. You had to go meet people, and have sex with them.
I used to love the sleazy, mob-controlled atmosphere of gay porn shops, and particularly that odd but pervasive smell of gay books. I came to associate this smell with random sex. Some of those bookstores in San Francisco were so crowded late at night that you were almost having sex in the aisles, though the booths were accessible for the heavy stuff. Very liberating!
They had porn movie theaters. Though they showed "het" films, women never went. The audience was all male and all aroused. Usually guys who were keen on action (particularly older and unattractive guys) would sit in the back row with long raincoats and jerk each other off or do some quick oral. Sometimes they would pass along warnings. One time I was at such a place in Mobile when the old men in back gave me a discreet warning the guy who was talking to me was an undercover cop.
Losers went to porn movie houses. The rest of us cruised around, went to bars, and actually picked up men just about anywhere. Actual sex was the early alternative to crappy virtual sex.
Sorry this concept is lost on the soft, pasty, useless breed of entitled flab-asses out there today. Not that anyone wants them.
OP? Didn't you ever see "Boogie Nights"?
R15's snobbery led to AIDS being spread more rapidly, the closed nature of A list society made it the perfect vehicle.
It was hard reading those porn magazines by gaslight, too. That's where the phrase "trim your wick" came from.
I had to hide all of my erotic daguerreotypes underneath my caftan!
R20 -- I love you!
I had a foot locker full of porn magazines that I lugged around through college and my first few apartments.
I remember burning all of my accumulated porn magazines and books in my parents' fireplace before I went away to college.
Erotic puppet shows, back in my day.
[quote]We lived just fine. We actually touched other men.
Gay men still have sex with other gay men, gramps. The difference is they're not in the closet like they were back 100 years ago, when most of the people in this thread were last sexually active.
Me too, R24 !! :-)
Way back in the stone age, the magazines were Male Fitness types, all the models wore posing straps, no nudity allowed. Then the 60's and the advent of porn bookstores. Besides the magazines there were countless paperback books aimed at the gay market with the most alluring covers.. One bookstore stocked so called Medical Books full of case histories of male/female patients. I purchased those reading all the sexual hangups, fetishes, BDSM, you name it it was in those case histories. Were they all fiction? I wonder.
We got laid.
I was never into porn but rather liked celebrity photographs and videos. That's still the case.