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Yes, I Am Eighteen — Three Times Over
The other night I accessed an — how shall I put it? — adult website that asked if I am eighteen.
Three things about that.
First, if I were twelve or fourteen, I would answer “Yes” anyway and proceed.
Back in those years, we had to look at nudie magazines that my friends snuck from their fathers’ collections and magazines that my father had articles in.
Cue up the joke about reading Playboy or Penthouse for the articles. It is a joke that those of us of a certain age can appreciate.
But you know what?
Someone actually wrote those articles, and my late father who was a “real” author, whose book royalties still earn several thousand per month for my mother twelve-plus years after his passing, wrote them for what he referred to as “men’s magazines” and the Sunday…
