Now that's a simple question: what DO I do with all my old VHS porn tapes?
This is a question that has been haunting me for the past twenty years. At one time, before the prevalence of access to the Internet, the only way one could "indulge" was by either renting or purchasing porn tapes.
Back in the nineties I used to rent porn tapes when I work in Philadelphia. I would rent the
that contained the tape at my desk and it would be discovered and I would be revealed for the perv that I am. Never did happen, thank goodness.
I tried this for awhile then I changed because one day wasn't long enough to have access. Plus I hated the stress of concealing the tape and worry about losing or misplacing the tape.
Then one day I received an ad in the mail. I don't know how they got my address but got it they did. This ad was for purchasing VHS porn tapes. Ah ha! The only hitch was the price . . . . . . . . . . . . . $59.95 each. I thought about it for awhile and decided to take the plunge.
The first tape I received was about a pizza boy delivery (HOT! HOT! HOT!). That was the first tape of many over the following years. Interestingly the first tape I receive was the best of all I have received. All told I think I purchased about (and I'm embarrassed to admit this) about thirty tapes. There was one other tape which was pretty good ("Rawhide") but the rest? I wouldn't miss them. So what do I do with them?
A few years ago I gave some to a friend. I thought I would hold on to the rest. But guess what? I don't look at them any more. Don't need to anymore at this time of my life. I don't need any damn stinking porn tapes. Now what do I do with them?
The friend that I gave the tapes to has left. Another friend suggested that I can give the tapes to a gay bookstore in Philadelphia, which is what I might do.
|Giovanni's Room bookstore, Philadelphia, PA|
I was concerned what would happen when I died. And die one day I surely will. I warned my sister-in-law that there are "personal items" that she would probably not want to look at when going through my belongings. Now that I am approaching my End Days, I think I would like to remove this one concern.
I'm going to Philadelphia the day after my birthday in November. I think I'll take those tapes with me.