Growing up in a small town, I really wanted a Playboy. I was eleven or twelve. There were only two sources I could think of. My friend Hiro’s dad collected pornography in black binders, with the magazines stored in plastic sleeves. Anyone who so carefully organized their pornography, I figured, was certain to notice if some went missing. The other optio…
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