Do you remember those days before the interweb was your go-to masturbation destination? Yeah, we don't either ... but apparently some people do, and they've even started a blog about it:
Before the Internet, before streaming video, before Astroglide, there was only us. And our hands. These are the heroic tales of a struggle for self-pleasure in an inhospitable world. A world of pesky siblings, spotty cable reception, and dog-eared Victoria's Secret catalogues.
It's an entertaining read so far, and we're looking forward to many more tales of sneaking into our parents' bedroom while they were away to watch Swedish Erotica videocasettes on their Betamax, trying to catch a glimpse of nip on MTV circa 1984, and furtively jerking off to scrambled cable transmissions on the Spice Channel. (Oops, we forgot we're not supposed to remember all that. But we've heard tell.)
· True Beat Generation (truebeatgeneration.blogspot.com, via Gawker)