Those were the days. 12 Channels and maybe 2,000 users in a city the size of NY.
As I recall the usage fees were close to $1/minute plus long distance toll charges. The range was terrible too. -- Modified on 2/24/2016 12:36:00 PM
I was thinking today about how much things have changed over a relatively short period of time with regard to the hobby. Back in 1984, cells phones were essentially non existent and so was the internet. Porn theaters were still relatively common as the VHS industry was still in its early days. If a guy wanted to get laid with a professional girl, he either went to a massage parlor to try and find a girl, picked one up on the appropriate street, or he resorted to those somewhat sleazy newspapers and looked for an advertisement but had no way of verifying if the girl in the ad was any good, or even looked like her photo until she showed up. Or he had to try and pick up a girl at a bar. Lets face it, the options were not very good and came with some risk. The only other thing you could do was wait for some other opportunity that might happen once in a blue moon and capitalize on it. Back in 1984 I saw an article in a local paper that indicated Marilyn Chambers (a famous pornstar) was coming to promote Insatiable II, a new film she had made as a followup to the very commercially successful Insatiable I. There was a porn theater not far from me that she would be appearing at where you could get a signed photo and meet her. So I went, partly because I always thought she was sexy as hell, partly so I could get to meet her. I showed up, and there was quite a line of guys, but I did get to meet her. And she was sexy as hell. I had the signed photo of hers for years. And she would spend a few minutes talking to each guy which was pretty cool. When it was my turn, I whispered in her ear if she would meet fans on the side for fun. She whispered back that she would and told me the amount. It was way out of my price range at the time. I truly regret not borrowing the money from someone because I think it would have been an awesome experience. And the reality was, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity because where was i ever going to run into her again?
And now look at whats happened in the 40 years since. Everyone has a cell phone, providers have websites, you can phone or text many of them and read reviews from guys who will give you a sense of whether the woman is the right one for you. Back in 1984 who would have predicted how this business would evolve. I still get floored by how much its changed. And meanwhile poor Marilyn is dead and buried. Sure do miss her!
Will a combination of androids and holographic marvels make gals obsolete?
I sure hope not, but it will be interesting to see what happens.
Virtual Sex! there'd come a day when a man can strap himself into a chair, glue on some electrode then receive an injection to go into a virtual world in his mind where he can have sex with the exact woman of his dream AND feel just as real.
A nod to Wilhelm Reich's orgone box:
One of my friends is convinced this will become normalized in the future. Back in the 40s and 50s, it was kind of strange to go to a psychologist and talk about your feelings, now it's more normalized. Humans have a need for touch/love/sex so she believes this will eventually become normalized and once a week, your health insurance will pay for touch/love/have sex with a provider.
In much of Western Europe, going to a sex worker is no big deal, people are pretty open about it.
There's even legislation pending in the Netherlands about covering sex worker fees under national health insurance for the physically and emotionally handicapped.
Growing up in the Blue-collar Midwest in the '70's, it seemed like Dutch-style libertarian nirvana was around the corner -- drinking age of 18, legal weed, legal hard-core porn, legal sex work (massage parlors with young WHITE girls in Shopping Malls (!)), codified gender equality (Equal Rights Amendment), metric system.
GLBTQ was on the down-low but widely tolerated as long as you didn't shove it into people faces .
What the hell happened? It would be easy to resort to stock tropes about Reagan and Jerry Falwell, but that's being lazy.
There's times where i Wish, (riffing on the previous 'Sleeper' reference made earlier) that I could wake up today, aged 18, after spending the past 40 years in suspended animation.
and I don't know about the rest of you, but I had a "car phone" back in 1984. It cost me four fucking grand and was mounted in my car with about a forty pound battery in my trunk. lol
It was a different era, but getting laid wasn't anywhere near as hard as you make it out to be. Do I like it better today? Of course I do, but getting laid was nowhere near as challenging as you seem to remember.
My boss had one similar to this in his car, and at times he'd send me out in his car on some errand, and I'd goof around by pretending to talk on the phone when there were any chicks around. What a babe magnet it was.
As I recall the usage fees were close to $1/minute plus long distance toll charges. The range was terrible too.
-- Modified on 2/24/2016 12:36:00 PM
Those were the days. 12 Channels and maybe 2,000 users in a city the size of NY.
As I recall the usage fees were close to $1/minute plus long distance toll charges. The range was terrible too.
-- Modified on 2/24/2016 12:36:00 PM
Every market, including markets the size of NYC and LA were limited to about 2,000 users and even then you could barely get a call through as there were only twelve channels and no ability to reuse the frequencies in any given market.
It reminded me of old 1950s cheapo sci-fi flicks where the alien space ships looked like they were outfitted from old army/navy stores.
To wit:
It says, "Rocky Jones, Space Ranager." Check it out!
the transceiver box in the back (and my car was a Corvette, no trunk, and the installer drilled holes in the carpet right behind the passenger seat to bolt the box) The handset (wired) mounted on a pedestal drilled into the console. Yeah, way too many holes drilled but we sure did think we were cool though.... hahahaha First hand held portable I had was a Motorola 8000 in 1986, one balky unit but again we thought we were some hot shit. OMG those were the days.
You know I like it when you pull out your big, long calculator! 😝
For those who don't have access to a big tool like GaG's, 2016 - 1984= 32 years ago. No, I didn't actually require a calculator to do that because, thankfully, I'm not quite as dumb as I look. LOL.
Oh, and you forgot to mention bag phones!!! That may have been late 80s, though. Still, same era.
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I had already done so in a half a dozen different countries. Damn, I must be fucking old. lol
and yes, bag phones came later. I lived in Dallas back in 84, just before the bottom dropped out of oil, (like today unfortunately) Dallas was I believe the third market to get actual cellular service, after DC and if memory serves me correctly Chicago which I think was actually the first to get cell service.
Now I can only hope I make it another forty years. I am still pretty confident that there are women I will fuck someday that haven't even been born yet. lol
Those came about in around 1990...still have my original and it was still operational as of a year ago when I loaned it to a cell store to put on display.
The Yellow page ads...yep those were the days of some sure enough bait and switch...
SW's, strippers MP's and Yellow page agencies in the 90's with my first internet agency experiences in the late nineties, and then almost exclusively the internet while in the US at least since the 2000s. Well I still like my AMPs of course. When in other countries I do mainly the bar scene, and occasionally do brothels and MP's depending on which country I am in of course.
One thing I did find back in the nineties is that if you found a decent agency and used them a few times, they would very rarely send you a hippo knowing that you prefer young hotties. When traveling though, it was completely hit and miss, with B&S and Upselling being the norm and not the exception.
Let us not forget The Brick. I have one from 1993, grey, ugly, and heavy.
girl would come out on stage and do some kind of a dance routine and remove articles of clothing after each song and she would be nude after the third song. When she was completely nude she would come into the audience and you could tip her say $20 bucks for a bbbj. Sometime they would take you up on the stage and blow you in front of the audience. Those fucking places were absolutely disgusting as there were always guys in the back of the theater jacking off while the show was going on. I remember one time when the girl was dancing on stage she hit her head in a speaker that was suspended from the ceiling and knocked herself out cold. They had to call the ambulance and everyone in the audience was practically running over each other to get out before the ambulance and police showed up. Valerie Lavender was from Boston and she toured the circuit and was my favorite performer. The thing you do when you are young and stupid.
the dancers, once nude, would lie down on the edge of the stage and allow the patrons to perform oral sex on them--called "feeding the bears.
Because if the owner didn't pay off the Police it was likely to get raided and shut down for awhile. Once the owner paid up then they reopened. I do remember that the girls would sleep in the upstairs of the theater while they were on tour and if you paid the owner a fee you could go upstairs when they were off work and fuck one of performers. That was usually about $50.
Women still have the goods and men are still buyers.
Birds & bees.
women, can't live with them, can't live with out them. and I we men to them, can't live with us, can't live without us
"can't live without us."
Wanna bet?
LOL
Wanna bet?
back in the day i picked up a couple of street walkers... tbh i chickened out at the last minute, mainly because the whole operation was so shady and sleazy.
the internet has taken the sleaze, if not the shade, out of the hobby. now thanks to researching and available picures on the net, i 9 out of 10 times find the class.
also since i've been doing this for 10 years i've figured out exactly what i want, and how to find it. very rarely do i have a bad session now, because thanks to email, web sites, and sites like ter, i can find exactly what i'm after.
What mongo said!
photoshop their faces!
Yellow Pages of all things. My first hobby (I have no idea if it was even called "the hobby" back then) experience ever was in Myrtle Beach, SC in February of 1989, and my date was selected from the Yellow Pages.
I also had a Yellow Pages's date in Las Vegas in fall of that same year.
And now look at whats happened in the 40 years since. Everyone has a cell phone, providers have websites, you can phone or text many of them and read reviews from guys who will give you a sense of whether the woman is the right one for you. Back in 1984 who would have predicted how this business would evolve. I still get floored by how much its changed. And meanwhile poor Marilyn is dead and buried. Sure do miss her!
I wasn't even old enough to legally be in a casino back then, but I was already getting markers at places like the Stardust and the Sahara, both of which had great poker rooms back in the day.
The Jolly Trolley was kind of a dump for those of you who've never been there, but they had the greatest Prime Rib that I can remember from back then. You had to walk up to the counter to get your Prime Rib cut, the rest of the food was buffet style and as long as you toked the guy a buck, you got a Fred Flintstone sized slab of meat on your plate for $3.95
The Jolly Trolley was such a low dollar joint that I still remember cashing out about eight hundred bucks one night after playing black jack and they gave me one $100 bill. another hundred bucks in twenties and the rest in five dollar bills, It looked like a damn three card monte roll.
Yes, those were the days. lol
...to be living in S Cal in the late 70's and early 80's where there were a LOT of promiscuous ladies... The bar scene in the beach areas meant you only went home alone if you wanted to... I was also fortunate to have "very friendly" neighbors who ultimately became roommates. One of my neighbors was a S/W near Disneyland and some of the stories she told... I never attempted to enlist her professional services.
I DO remember a couple Peep Show and live sex theatres where you could "rent" a cubical to watch the show and it came with a roll of toilet paper on the wall for. I was scared to touch anything (walls, chairs, doorknobs, etc) in those places. But there were few options for a horned up 20 something.
So glad for the Internet and places like this
your post made me smile
And now look at whats happened in the 40 years since. Everyone has a cell phone, providers have websites, you can phone or text many of them and read reviews from guys who will give you a sense of whether the woman is the right one for you. Back in 1984 who would have predicted how this business would evolve. I still get floored by how much its changed. And meanwhile poor Marilyn is dead and buried. Sure do miss her!
I was lucky enough to meet Marilyn back in the days just after “Insatiable” (I remember because of the poster of her in those cutoff jeans) in the Kopenhagen Lounge. She wriggled out of those cutoffs and I just dropped my flashlight, moved up to the ottoman in the center of the room, and let my fingers do the walking and exploring - three of them! I later heard that others were more forward in their advances, but I was happy enough to carry around that memory for the last 40 years.
I did get Erica Boyer’s phone number one time, slowly memorizing each digit between nibbles of her nipples in the New York Live (before she wore nipple clamps), and had set up a massage appointment with her, but she ended up having to work so I guess it was not meant to be. This was obviously before her film days.
Oh those good ol’ days!
don't remember the year, but Marilyn appeared at a place called Franks Chicken House in NJ. For $10.00 you got to have your pic taken w a naked Marilyn. Didn't occur to me to ask if she provided.
in 1983 or so she appeared at the New Era Burlesque in Cleveland and after her stage show she wold body surf the crowd and you could use your mouth anywhere but no fingers
I paid for a bbbj and instead got bbfs with this porn queen in 1982. Marilyn Chambers was HOT as hell in those days! It was at a strip club owned by a buddy when she was on a promo tour for “Insatiable” which had just been released. It was about 4:00am and a group of us (strippers and customers) were hanging out after the doors were locked and there was the beginning of an orgy as some of the girls pealed their skimpy costumes off and were wanting to fuck. Marilyn and I were sitting at the same table talking and she looked at me with those so sexy eyes and said, “hey darlin, why don't you and I go in back and have a private party” I didn't even ask how much, I let her take me by the hand and lead me to an office in the back. In a flash she was naked and so was I, then she said, “ya know honey this isn't free pussy”, I said “how much?” Remember this was 1982, she said $400 for a bj and $800 for a fuck. Ok, yeah, a lot of money in that day, but I was flush with cash and said, “yeah let's go with $400” She pushed me back on to a chair and dropped to her knees. This was about 10 years after “Behind the Green Door” had been released, I had seen that film a dozen times and there had been a screening of Insatiable at the club just hours before and here was the sex goddess herself doing her thing on me. My mind was reeling. Suddenly she looked up at me and said, I've been doing this all night, my mouth is getting sore, why don't you just fuck me! Oh hell ya! It was raw sex, bare and of course I didn't last long, but wow, what a memory. That was a real PSE. After I peeled 8 bills off my roll and handed it to her she said thanks big boy, but I needed that too and she handed me three c notes back.
Before anybody flames me, in those days HIV was not known to be a big issue yet and she told me she was on the pill, so bbfs with a fucking hot porn star when I was 32 years old?? Hell yeah!! Today: hell no... LOL It was one of those times I will always remember and smile about. BTW, on the way out of the club (on the way to breakfast ...oh to be young again lol) I tucked those 3 c notes back in her bra and she gave me a big kiss as I went out the door. Priceless, a once in a lifetime priceless memory.
Thanks to the OP for this great thread.
Before anybody flames me, in those days HIV was not known to be a big issue yet and she told me she was on the pill, so bbfs with a fucking hot porn star when I was 32 years old?? Hell yeah!! Today: hell no... LOL It was one of those times I will always remember and smile about. BTW, on the way out of the club (on the way to breakfast ...oh to be young again lol) I tucked those 3 c notes back in her bra and she gave me a big kiss as I went out the door. Priceless, a once in a lifetime priceless memory.
Thanks to the OP for this great thread.
big difference back then is that once you had done your research, had some favorites, or had a brothel whose madam you trusted to curate the right kind of lady for you, there was a bit of inertia. You paid your dues, you were in "the world", reduced your risks.
Nowadays, a smart and diligent newby can have great experiences right away. Do your TER research, join a verification site, pick a highly rated and well reviewed lady of your type, and you will likely have a great, low risk and pretty predictable experience.
I think now its a wider world, more accessible. A lot of things that were BCD are now more mainstream. Maybe this hobby will follow suit, but that will take a few more years for a number of philosophical reasons.
Car phones and hookers. Hell I did not see my first black man until I was 16 and never ate Mexican until I was 20. Maybe it was a good thing to grow up on a farm, it makes me appreciate things now.
Wow. Memory lane .. in 1984, Chicago had exactly 3 video rental shops, 90% of their stock was mob-produced hand-crafted porn tapes. Generally, the only people who owned VCR's (which cost more than a good used car at the time) were either hard-core Trekkies or freaks that would trade home-made porn, usually shot at swing clubs or a with sex workers.
Coin-operated Spoogebooths a adult bookstores in Old Town were the thing; well-heeled porn consumers could also buy 50 foot 8mm reels (lasts about 3min), which often had ghastly quality, but had anything goes. If you were lucky enough to know a rich, elderly confirmed bachelor, chances are 16mm black and white extended-length pornos from would be on tap .. when your host started playing the gay porn, it was a signal to leave.
I can't recall if Chicago had an "adult news magazine" like Screw (NYC) or Spectator (SF). There was a nascent electronic bulletin board systems that were closely held secrets, as well as alt.sex.prostitution on USENET. (I may off by a couple of years on this one).
"Upscale" call girl's numbers were passed from hand-to-hand by copying entries from little black books (which everyone had an carried) late at night after heavy drinking.
have you tried Oculus 2 Virtual Reality - lay in a bad with your hand and plenty of lube and it can really mess with you. considering its still relatively new technology one can only imagine even just 10 years from now. its pretty obvious there will be fleshlight like devices that are synced with the VR video. they already have similar products in Japan.
Matt Gaetz's fiancee is Ginger Luckey.
Ginger Luckey's brother is Palmer Luckey.
Palmer Luckey is one the founders of Oculus VR.
Oculus VR was purchased by Facebook for $2.4 billion.
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I've used (played with someone else's) Oculus headsets but I wouldn't get one for myself. You have to register and sign in when you use it (unless they've changed things). There is NO WAY that I will register anything with FB. If it belongs to Facebook, you know that FB is logging you and tracking you and maybe even using other tricks to figure out that you're jerking off to VR porn lying down in your bed. ... And send you ads and links: "It took you 6 minutes and 47 seconds to rub one out. Try our new Orgasm Pills to enhance your experience."
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Based on my limited use of VR, I don't think that a VR blowjob will ever replace a REAL blowjob.
have you tried Oculus 2 Virtual Reality - lay in a bad with your hand and plenty of lube and it can really mess with you. considering its still relatively new technology one can only imagine even just 10 years from now. its pretty obvious there will be fleshlight like devices that are synced with the VR video. they already have similar products in Japan.
Bob Crane....Hogan's Hero's ....the king of home made porn. I read his son's biography of Crane. This dude took sleaze to a whole new level. Porn, hookers, fucking on film dominated his life in the end.
Murdered in 1978, never solved.
When I think of the 80"s all the porn stores come to mind, but Crane was ahead of his time with home made porn.
37 yrs ago... and close enough to 40yrs for government work!!
Well in 1984 Adelitas was open and so were the 4x4 in brazil, cebu, angeles city, makati in Philippines, Bkk & pattaya in Thailand... so you had international play open back then...
and thats why it's one of the oldest professions in the world.. 