Thirteen memories of back when they showed porn in real theaters
1. My girlfriend wanted to see The Story of O.
2. I didn't really understand it.
3. In Berkeley, California, in 1976, the theater people didn't care that my girlfriend and I were only seventeen.
4. Probably why I didn't understand it.
5. Pretty sure it was the California Theater at Kittredge and Shattuck. Maybe not. Long time ago.
6. The only other people in the theater were single men scattered about the place.
7. We also saw The Joy Of Letting Go. For someone reason that is my fondest porn memory. You can't get it on DVD or even VHS. I've looked.
8. And looked.
9. The single men ignored us, I think.
10. We didn't do anything anyway.
11. Not in the theater.
12. Other than pulsating body parts up on the screen in humongous technicolor detail, it was a normal theater like any other.
13. I'm so glad my kids don't have an adult theater with an open door policy to go to but instead are home alone watching instructional videos downloaded from the safe and well-regulated internet.
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9 comments:
7. We also saw The Joy Of Letting Go. For someone reason that is my fondest porn memory. You can't get it on DVD or even VHS. I've looked.
No, but you can get
the poster from allposters.com.
(I was just checking to see if you'd remembered the title correctly!)
A whole thirteen about porn with no bad words in it!
I read the book, never saw the movie. In fact, I didn't even know there was one. Between this and Lincoln, I've sure learned a lot from your blog today, Don!
Any sign of Pee Wee in the theatre?
There was a time when overtly sexual art could be explored without a bunch of sniggering on one side and outrage on the other, before those drove people away such that it had to turn into a soulless rush for profits just to survive. Either that or I'm so old I'm getting sentimental about the 70s, for dog's sake.
There was a time ...
A very, very short time.
I've never seen a porn film in my entire life. I just don't think there's any celluloid creation that can compete with my imagination. Mmmmmm. I gotta go now.
Jesus, Don, that could have been ME and my boyfriend, but I do believe it was on Center Street and Shattuck, at the... hmmm... Act I & Act II? I didn't want to see Story of O, but I did go to their screening of a French soft porn flick (still rated X, remember that fabulous label?) that was thinly disguised as a documentary about a Parisian / ethnic Spanish porn star. She pleasures herself onscreen and then tells the director that she'd faked it. Considering what a newbie I was to the whole sex thing, I wasn't too grossed out, even when some europorn star guy with waaaaay too much body hair hauls out his big grey member (okay, so maybe it was purple) and goes at it with a blond while the star recites her own sensual poetry. All very arty. Anyone know what film that could have been?
No clue but Jesus back atcha, I wonder how many other horny high school couples went up there of an afternoon? You're probably right about the theater, I just guessed based on what theaters the internet told me are there today. Too bad us couples didn't know each other, we coulda double-dated. :)
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