a farewell to the sexual palace of my youth
will on December 27th, 2008
long time readers of evolution of a man will know that i am quite the fan of pornography. at 16, in an effort to learn about and awaken my sexuality, i took it upon myself to explore west hollywood- the gay los angeles. after school, i visited several adult bookstores and theaters in the area, and at one establishment in particular- the tomkat theater- i saw my first skinflick and gave my first blowjob. as i grew older, going off to college and eventually moving to new york, i always thought fondly of the theater, and visited it whenever i was in los angeles.
yesterday, feeling particularly horny and nostalgic, i decided to pay a visit to the sexual palace of my youth. it was there as it always had been, but under new management had been changed from the tomkat theater to the pussycat studs theater. on top of that, instead of 1 large movie screen, the theater had been renovated to include 4 rooms- each playing a different movie. noice!
after paying an increased entry fee of $18 (damn this recession) i took up a place on the wall, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, and watched a bit of the chi chi larue- directed movie that was playing. throughout the theater there were guys walking in and out of all of the rooms cruising each other something serious! most of them were old enough to be my dad, or even grandfather. i very much so felt like the youngest person there, although i’m sure i wasn’t. either way, after about 10 minutes of watching guys cruise each other and play with themselves, i realized that i didn’t belong there. it became increasingly apparent to me that although i love to watch porn and get off, i don’t need to do it in a theater full of old men. i’m in a different place now, and quite frankly, am above having to resort to such tactics. i felt dirty. not ashamed… just dirty. once i came to that realization, i quickly got myself off (i wasn’t about to let this visit go to waste) and left. i’m fairly certain that i won’t be returning.
it’s so interesting how quickly and vastly we change as we get older. i have some very nice memories of tomkat (ones that i’ll remember forever), but pussycat studs just ain’t for me. it’s time to move up, move on, and experience sexual escapades that don’t leave me feeling like a dirty old man. so long tomkat… i appreciate all the good times, but i’d be lying if i said you’ll be missed!
