The husband and I spent the day selling off the detritus of his comic and paperback book collections at the Shrine Auditorium in LA. There weren't a lot of dealers there, most of whom are people who own stores or do this sort of thing for a living. Nevertheless, we ended up right next to the porn booth - videos and magazines.
I didn't realize it for the first hour or so, but it wasn't long before I couldn't turn my head to the left without getting an eyeful of T&A. It was funny, too, watching the guys come in closer to our table to see what we had then veer off, eyes popping, to the boxes of porn. Some people tried to play it off as humorous, commenting on the size of the boxes VHS originally came in. Others were super serious, reading the backs of boxes as if it mattered. Maybe it did. Maybe they were looking for a specific actress or something.
The dealers did pretty brisk business, although every last one of them wore bulky coats and hats pulled down to their eyes. As the husband said later "too late!" What were they trying to hide? They're standing in a room full of sweaty fan-boys.
And even though I saw some interesting stuff ("Tales from the Backside," "The College Girls") the husband said I was lucky. He sat to my right and had a clear view of everything and all he saw was gay porn. Male gay porn. He was a bit disappointed to say the least.
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That was Darby deciding to step off the desk via the keyboard.
We did pretty well, though. The money was good and we got rid of a lot. I'm taking what's left of the paperbacks to work tomorrow to see if anybody wants a look.
And when I said Shrine Auditorium? I did mean the place where they used to hold the Oscars and still occasionally have Major Award Shows. Remember the porn booth in the back hall next time you see the red carpet...
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