Ah, big deal. When I was in middle and high school, the boys had to use their dad’s Playboy and Hustler mags. I myself snuck a peek at a Playgirl, the infamous Burt Reynolds one. And my friends all had dirty novels, the kind they sell in airports. Back in my day, we had to use low tech stuff, we actually had to **turn the pages ourselves**. There was no mouse to move us smoothly through the pictures. We had to fold the pages down ourselves, where the good parts were, so our friends would know what pages to read. Geez, kids these days have it so easy! ;)
I had my own copies, secreted away in a safe location. Every time I got a hormone rush I'd look at them, and my desires would go away.
Those magazines were tame compared to the level of slime on the internet.
Back in 1969 my family spent a Christmas together up at a beautiful home in White Lake lake, Wisconsin. My brother, as a gag gift from one of his friends, had gotten a puzzle of Playboy's Miss December. He brought it with him.
Now we're a very Catholic family, but everybody had a hand in putting together that puzzle on Christmas day. (She was tastefully presented.)
We still talk about that Christmas.
ROFL... Remembering checking out that copy of “Wifey” with a group of friends in Middle School at the local library. *blush* You could find all the “good” parts of the book very easily, LOL... All dogeared and coming apart at the binding in those sections!
I have to admit it’s much easier for kids to get their hands on things like that nowadays through the internet, but it’s not anything “new” by any stretch of the imagination!