I HATED MOVING FOR THE LONGEST TIME- or Welcome to My Pornocopia

Hey there cool kats...It's been awhile, but I was reminiscing about my move to NYC for college. Of course I remembered a truly embarrassing story that I figured I'd share with all of you.

Now, to know me is to love me. And, to know me is to know that I love porn (or as I call it, action-packed, love stories). HEY...no judging...I go through seriously long dry spells between sexual gratification (with another person), so my APLS got me through some seriously hard times..hehe).

With that in mind, I was moving to NYC to go to college, and had packed up all of the stuff that I needed to ship out, ensuring that my chest was fully secure and filled with my APLS (Action-Packed Love Stories).

I flew to NY and got settled, waiting for my APLS and other assorted crap to arrive. Now the key to this story is that my mother, who was shipping out my stuff, had a close, family friend, that was going to ship my chest and boxes out for free.

Well, to give you the gist of my embarassment, I received my APLS...unfortunately, my chest weighed too much and had to be repacked with clothes...

WHICH MEANS, some poor bastard, who repacked my chest, got a long inventory of my Hardcore Gay Porn Collection (I am talking about at least 60 titles--conservatively), and probably told my mom's friend about my APLS (can you all say crap my pants humiliating?).

I think the worst part is that I am so anal retentive, I kept all of the graphic holders that the VHS tapes came in (you know, the cardboard ones that the video slips out of the bottom). So, the packer was probably horrified that he/she had to touch...HARD DADDIES, THE SLUTTY BOYS OF SUMMER, and whatever else I may have had...

Bottom line kids...buy DVDs, and keep them in a DVD holder that you can take with you when you move. It'll save you grief.

By the way, if I think about this situation at holiday get-togethers...I still get a little red in front of the family friend...

All my love,

DM