Twentieth anniversary of the eponymous publication, but actually it’s been more than thirty years since I saw it carelessly sold on the shelves at Kroger. In a way, I pity the youth of today, whose introduction to pornography all pretty much comes via the Internet, depriving them of memories and psyche-shaping experiences such as these, the lengths we had to take to see breasts, like braving the undeveloped tracts past Douglas Avenue for a legendary shack, trying to pinpoint the exact position between the rockers on the cable box which would supposedly unlock the Playboy Channel—and accompanying Mom to buy groceries.
Tagged comics, family, retro
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