The bitten apple
The first time I saw something pornographic, it was an old magazine called Life Seen, secretly passed around the boys dormitory as we hankered over starred genitals like Amish boys seeing a woman’s bare limb. It was impersonal, black and white newspaper print with a coloured insert at the middle, where the publisher tried to blur out the graphic imagery. One time during holiday recess we dared to a cybercafé to see more graphic and colored images on the internet. Those days you paid Kes10 a minute and spent it looking at pixelated images buffer for ages. So we pooled our ten bobs together, and…
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