I recently took hallucinogenic mushrooms, and it allowed me to talk about and, frankly remember the details, about a sexual experience that I had in the late 1980's in San Francisco that I buried very deep in my psyche and memory. I've never talked about it with my wife or a counselor and this is the first time I am saying it out loud by putting it in writing. I was a baby faced, barely 18-year-old, who moved to the Bay Area from So. Cal and had started his first job in banking in the financial district of the city. I had known only one gay person in my life, that I could recall anyway, was a typical horny teenager jerking off to Playboy or whatever I could find and trying to find my way in life. I was a virgin, had the "gay" tag about me back then, based on a rumor that I got a hard-on at wrestling weigh in's, which was not true might I say, but was not a good thing in 1980's California. That's a tough rumor to overcome at that time and place, guys judge and run from friendship with you and girls ONLY want to be your friend as gay guys make great "friends", even back then.
Ironically, I did find out 10 years later that two of our 11-person wresting team, Lee and Scott, were gay and fucking each other in high school and after practice. I had no clue, and I wrestled with each of them many times, like many times, but never had any idea whatsoever either of them was gay. Just not something that even entered your mind back then or at least it did not to me. Although now that I think about it, I do remember one time, one of the two, Lee, invited me over to his house. He had never invited me anywhere, we rarely hung out even, I couldn't make it either way, so I never thought much of it. This was about the same time of the rumor however that I had a hard-on watching guys strip down and weigh-in, which was not true (as far as I know), so now I wonder about his real intention of the invite.
Now in the 1980's there was no internet or cell phone to easily access porn, your choice was a magazine, a VHS (or Beta) tape you owned (or rented) or the adult video booth. Now the Adult Video Booths were few and far between and, in fact, the only one I knew of was in the city. I still lived at home, was 3 months post high school, and if I got horny and someone was in the house I had only the shower to jerk off. Tough to take five showers a day and the only VCR was in the family room, not to mention I did not own a single VCR tape back then, and the same mags I'd had for 4-months were getting sticky. One night it was just before midnight, I was beyond horny, so I hopped in my little Honda Civic, paid the toll on the bridge, and drove to the city and to the Adult Video Booth. The 20-minute drive allowed me to get super baked, which added to the sexual anticipation as getting high always makes me hornier than I already am. I'd had this experience three or four times before, driving to jerk off in the Video Booth in San Francisco, getting stoned on the way there and arrive horny and ready to go.
The building was next to a bar and a strip club, more of a cabaret I suppose on Broadway with a blacked out-front door under a neon sign that said Adult Video Booths. It was on a busy street, lots of activity at most hours of the night and never felt creepy going in there to jerk off in the booth, it felt kind of exhilarating and taboo all in the same.
