The 90s.

I asked some twenty year olds about their first internet experience. Their answers were hilarious: 

Guy nb. 1: When the internet first arrived to our home, the first words I typed were sex and porn. I would just add .com to these words. It only worked after I added “for me”.  

Guy nb. 2: Before the internet, we used to share pornographic photos from magazines and circulate them among friends. We sold some too. When internet arrived, we started downloading and saving them on floppy disks, an easier way and you don't run the risk of getting caught at school. Each picture would take hours to download in full. I would wait impatiently in front of my desktop while the picture is revealed slowly by bits and pieces. The boobs appear, I celebrate then I take a nap waiting for the rest. Once as I waited, mom stormed the room. I had to close it instantly. A hour of waiting gone into thin air.

Guy nb. 3: In the 90s my family moved to a new apartment. One day, we, my two brothers and sister, found a box of VHS tapes under our parents' bed which was left in the apartment by the older tenants, or so it seemed. One of them titles "Red Hair". We started stealing and watching them one by one. My brothers and I would watch while my sister guards the door. I would hold two remote control devices one to stop the porn video if someone comes in all of a sudden and the other one to start some kids TV show. We were never busted but my parents still got the tapes.

Guy nb. 4: I used to sell pornographic pictures on floppy disks to friends. One day, I promised a friend to drop by his house and deliver the "material". He had told me to give it to his mom and to tell her that this is the program required for our school homework. As I reached his house, a veiled woman opens the door. I gave her the floppy disk reciting what I had to say. She looked extremely happy and thanked me a thousand times for taking the effort to come to their house to make sure her son gets the program that will make him a better student. I went home that day praying for God's forgiveness. 

Fast forward to 2010. Location: Hotel in Madrid. Character: one of the guys above. I was on a business trip to Madrid to attend a workshop. At my hotel room at night, as I was zapping through channels, I came across a paid pornographic clip. I knew that if I entered the room code, I would be charged for it and I wasn't honestly interested in watching any of that stuff at the time. But I was curious to see which one it was. I entered the code for three seconds only before I stopped it. At check they charge me for "room entertainment". I had to submit the bill to my client’s company that was covering the trip.