[dkarl]

I was exposed to porn before I was even interested. I think I was seven. My friend's parents had the complete cable package that carried all the channels the local provider offered (which at the time I think was around thirty channels) and one of them showed porn. I only saw it once when I slept over, so I don't know if it was a dedicated porn channel or if it was just late night. The few minutes I saw was soft core, but looking back in retrospect, I'm pretty sure it was leading up to a hard core scene. My friend was also seven, but he seemed pretty obsessed with it. I left him to it and played video games instead, and I never slept over again.

I didn't get exposed to porn after that until a couple of high school trips where we got to stay in hotel rooms and of course figured out how to access the pay-per-view porn. But that was it. The "inspiration" for my teenaged solo sexual activities came from catalogs with models in lingerie, relatively tame TV, the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issues, tennis magazines, and my imagination. The closest thing I had to porn when I lived with my parents was pausing a rented VHS tape of an R-rated movie, on one of the rare occasions when I had the house to myself.