A
      Brief
      History
      of
      Time
     
    
   
   
    
     
      One
      women’s
     
     
      beginnings
      in
      a
      life
      of
     
     
      porn
      fandom
     
    
   
   
    
     
      By
      Heather
      Christie
     
     
      ART
      DIRECTOR
     
    
   
   
    
     
      This
      is
      the
      story
      of
      me
     
     
      and
      porn
      ina
      nutshell.
      Like
     
     
      to
      hear
      it,
      here
      it
      goes.
      I
     
     
      think
      it
      starts
      before
      I
     
     
      moved
      here,
      when
      I
      was
      at
     
     
      the
      old
      townhouses.
      I
      had
     
     
      a
      friend
      named
      Steven
      and
     
     
      he
      was
      really
      big
      for
      his
     
     
      age.
      I
      was
      ten
      and
      he
      was
     
     
      eight
      but
      he
      looked
      older
     
    

    
     
      :
      than
      me.
      I
      used
      to
      go
      to
      his
     
     
      house
      all
      the
      time.
      We
      just
     
     
      got
      along.
      His
      father
      had
     
     
      Playboys
      coming
      out
      of
      his
     
     
      ass,
      like
      some
      in
      every
     
     
      room.
      They
      were
      the
      type
     
     
      of
      family
      to
      leave
      it
      on
      the
     
     
      coffee
      table.
      So
      me
      and
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Steven
      used
      to
      look
      at
      it
     
     
      whenever
      we
      wanted
      and
     
    
   
   
    
     
      we
      really
      liked
      it.
      Then
     
     
      somebody,
      I
      think
      Stan,
     
     
      found
      a
      Hustler
      some-
     
     
      where.
      We
      hid
      it
      in
      the
     
     
      bushes.
     
    

    
     
      At
      my
      old
      house,
     
     
      there
      were
      a
      lot
      of
      bushes,
     
     
      and
      they
      all
      had
      little
     
     
      kid-sized
      paths
      through
     
     
      them.
      They
      would
      be
      taller
     
     
      than
      your
      head
      and
      when
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
         
     
     
         
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      you
      have
     
     
      the
      a
      commu-
     
    

    
     
      nal
      back-yard.
      So
     
     
      we
      kept
      the
      communal
     
     
      Hustler
      in
      the
      bushes
      and
     
     
      after
      a
      while
      it
      was
      com-
     
     
      pletely
      torn
      up
      and
     
     
      dew-bloated
      and
      stuff,
     
     
      but
      no
      one
      stole
      it
      and
      I
     
     
      still
      think
      that
      if
      it
      hadn’t
     
     
      been
      kids
      under
      ten,
      that
     
     
      never
      would
      have
     
    
   
   
    
     
      worked.
      You
      know,
     
     
      adults
      are
      greedy.
      Some-
     
    
   
   
    
     
      one
      would
      have
      taken
      it
     
     
      home
      and
      gotten
      caught
     
     
      and
      ruined
      it
      for
      everyone
     
     
      if
      we'd
      been
      older.
     
    

    
     
      Even
      though
      I
      got
      in
     
     
      trouble
      for
      playing
      naked
     
     
      games
      a
      lot
      before
      I
     
     
      turned
      ten,
      none
      of
      them
     
     
      involved
      porn.
      Then
      when
     
     
      I
      was
      ten
      and
      a
      half,
      we
     
     
      moved
      across
      the
      river
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Even
      though
      I
      know
     
     
      now
      that
      teachers
      aren’t
     
     
      supposed
      to
      be
      religious
      in
     
     
      public
      schools,
      my
     
     
      teacher,
      Mr.
      Geork,
      he
     
     
      used
      to
      read
      to
      us
      from
     
     
      the
      book
      of
      Matthew
      all
     
     
      the
      time.
      He
      was
      always
     
    

    
     
      very
      weird.
      He
      would
      go
     
     
      to
      the
      tapings
      of
      100
     
     
      Huntley
      Street
      every
     
     
      Friday
      night.
      Then
      on
     
     
      Monday
      mornings
      he
     
     
      would
      tell
      us
      the
      lesson
     
     
      he
      learned
      there.
      He
     
     
      was
      always
      kind
      of
     
     
      protesting
      too
      much
     
     
      that
      he
      didn’t
      just
      go
     
     
      ,
      to
      that
      taping
      in
      the
     
     
      /
      hopes
      of
      being
      on
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Anyway,
      I
     
     
      didn’
      tknow
      what
      the
      hell
     
     
      was
      going
      on
      in
      any
      sense
     
     
      of
      the
      phrase.
      One
      day
      I
     
     
      wrote
      a
      dirty
      story
      for
      this
     
     
      girl
      Kim
      about
      her
      and
     
     
      Billy.
      Then
      Kelly
      wanted
     
    
   
   
    
     
      one,
      and
      I
      charged
      her
      ten
     
     
      cents
      for
      /2
      piece
      of
     
    
   
   
    
     
      foolscap.
      Then
      it
      started
      to
     
     
      be
      that
      everyone
      wanted
     
     
      them
      and
      I
      had
      rates
      that
     
     
      made
      no
      sense
      because
      I
     
     
      know
      it
      was
      ten
      cents
      for
     
     
      Y,
      page
      and
      25
      cents
      fora
     
     
      full
      page.
     
    

    
     
      I
      was
      doing
      one
      for
     
     
      this
      knob
      named
      Jennifer.
      I
     
     
      remember
      her
      crush
      was
     
     
      her
      cousin,
      Michael.
      She
     
    

    
     
      didn’t
      see
      that
      as
     
    

    
     
      wrong.
      So
      I
      started
     
    
   
   
    
     
      “Someone
      would
      have
      taken
      it
      home
      _
      towriteher
      story
     
    
   
   
    
     
      and
      gotten
      caught
      and
      ruined
      it
      for
     
    
   
   
    
     
      everyone
      if
      we’d
      been
      older.”
     
    
   
   
    
     
      and
      it
      started
      off,
     
     
      “Jennifer
      was
      lying
     
     
      on
      top
      of
      Michael...”
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      you
      wandered
      around
      in
     
     
      there,
      there
      would
      be
     
     
      clearings
      with
      toys
      and
     
     
      crap
      scattered
      around.
     
     
      You'd
      say,
      “whose
      broken
     
     
      yo-yo?’
      and
      then
      steal
      it.
      In
     
     
      these
      kinds
      of
      townhouses
     
    
   
   
    
     
      and
      I
      started
      at
      anew
     
     
      school
      that
      was
      90
     
     
      percent
      white.
      I
      didn’t
     
     
      have
      any
      experience
      with
     
     
      that
      and
      I
      was
      really
     
     
      unhappy
      and
      freaked
      out
     
     
      all
      the
      time.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      And
      then
      Michael
     
     
      Ridley
      stole
      it
      from
      me
     
     
      and
      freaked
      out
      because
     
     
      Jennifer
      was
      a
      loser
      and
     
    
   
   
    
     
      he
      was
      a
      hyperactive
     
     
      sociopath
      and
      he
      thought
     
    
   
   
    
     
      TAM
      Bac
      on
      page
      15.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      IM
     
    
   
   
    
     
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