Yep it was hell on greased skates, and loads of terrifying fun. I know. I was a kid, and was there. It was here I saw my first for real naked people...I mean other than the other boys in the school showers. That, and had guys try to pick me up.
We called the street, "Forty Deuce".
Nicely surreal, seriously scary, and weird though they were...I took a pass. There were diseases there I couldn't even pronounce. Still the films were fun, but the audience was extra-planetary!
All this turn of the 21st century revisionism, and neo-prudery was near half a century away. We were all stoned on speed coke grass, and booze, and living the life.
If you could imagine a scene it was there.
Also Fuck that "No Under 21" crap...that was just to keep the cops happy. After they got their weekly pay off they didn't give a fuck anyway.
I starting going when I was 15...well 14, and a half strictly speaking. A friend of mine, who I was madly in love, and lust with. A whole other story.
Anyway we went to the same Catholic Boys school. We'd heard about the evils of the "Deuce" so wanted to know if anything 'that' good could be true. We took a trip there one late spring night.
We spotted one of the Clerical teaching Brothers from our school going into a porn grind house. Well 'that' put things in their proper perspective.
I began going on my own later that year.
*Somewhere in "FBI/NSA National Porn Archive" there are snaps of my very naked teen self with a hard-on. I made $50. on the deal. A zillion dollars back then.
A guy I hung with...since shot dead long ago in a drug thing. He knew these guys that made Queer stroke 'zines. He also knew I was a broke working class queer kid.
I got paid.
It wasn't the nightmare horror everyone thinks...at least not for me. They were somewhat scary, but swell folks, and it was just business.
One even warned me to never get involved with "South Paw" action. The porn business name for hard stuff...that, and S&M jazz or such. He didn't have to tell me twice. I by that time had been around...I knew what was sane, and what was not on the "Deuce".
Btw in 40 years of writing drawing broadcasting, and blogging I've never mention this cute event. In my old age I feel free enough to tell all. Maybe I'll write the whole story, and put it on my Queer blog,...while it lasts. See links.
All this turn of the 21st century revisionism, and neo-prudery was near half a century away. We were all stoned on speed coke grass, and booze, and living the life.
If you could imagine a scene it was there.
Also Fuck that "No Under 21" crap...that was just to keep the cops happy. After they got their weekly pay off they didn't give a fuck anyway.
I starting going when I was 15...well 14, and a half strictly speaking. A friend of mine, who I was madly in love, and lust with. A whole other story.
Anyway we went to the same Catholic Boys school. We'd heard about the evils of the "Deuce" so wanted to know if anything 'that' good could be true. We took a trip there one late spring night.
We spotted one of the Clerical teaching Brothers from our school going into a porn grind house. Well 'that' put things in their proper perspective.
I began going on my own later that year.
*Somewhere in "FBI/NSA National Porn Archive" there are snaps of my very naked teen self with a hard-on. I made $50. on the deal. A zillion dollars back then.
A guy I hung with...since shot dead long ago in a drug thing. He knew these guys that made Queer stroke 'zines. He also knew I was a broke working class queer kid.
I got paid.
It wasn't the nightmare horror everyone thinks...at least not for me. They were somewhat scary, but swell folks, and it was just business.
One even warned me to never get involved with "South Paw" action. The porn business name for hard stuff...that, and S&M jazz or such. He didn't have to tell me twice. I by that time had been around...I knew what was sane, and what was not on the "Deuce".
Btw in 40 years of writing drawing broadcasting, and blogging I've never mention this cute event. In my old age I feel free enough to tell all. Maybe I'll write the whole story, and put it on my Queer blog,...while it lasts. See links.
I just did!
I fear the memory of all the Sexual Outlaw hot jazz will pass away with my age cohort. I've a fear that everyone will think Queers were 'always' stroller pushing republicans.
Bleep it!
We had us a frigging time, and a half!
Bleep it!
We had us a frigging time, and a half!
Them were the daze!
*Note.
*Note.
(...I would have illustrated this post with the appropriate images. However that would get this page deleted at the speed of light...better to use your steamy imaginations. )
Stay Tuned.
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