Sometimes, in my relentless pursuit of
porn artistic images
I stumble upon one that I remember all too vividly from that misty water-colored pubescent era, the time before porn.
Ah memories....
Here are a few that seared themselves into my little psyche.
Formative images, each one. I'm sure you all have your own.
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| I remember this well, especially Mr. Burgundy Briefs there |
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| And then there's this Cowboy, whose underwear looks to my adult eyes, like photoshop. Was it painted on? |
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| And well, gee, lookee here. Here he is again. With a hat! |
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| And then there's this. Oh, how often I dreamed of such a conversation to happen in my future! I mean, not enough to buy Paco Rabanne or anything, but still.... |
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| And then there's good old Jim here. The most I ever probably cared about baseball...or dacron. |
