Friday, September 11, 2009

Where I was.

My parents, like so many others, remembered where they were and what they were doing when they learned that Kennedy had been shot.

I'm a native New Yorker with family members who worked at the World Trade Center. (They were unharmed, but have their stories to tell.)

On this morning, eight years ago, I had just arrived at work. At the time, I was making extra cash as a co-manager at an adult DVD rental outlet in Pickering, Ontario. I had just opened the store and was confirming the latest inventory counts of new DVDs and sextoys when in walked the first client of the day. I had Howard Stern's broadcast on the radio.

When I heard the news, I was carefully trying to explain to this elderly Asian man that, um, no, child porn was not available.

It was the only time, in all of my experiences having worked at various sex-positive outlets in my life, when I was asked such a question.

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