If you were alive in the 80s and 90s, you enjoyed watching scrambled
porn as a
child.
You see, pornography used to be broadcast on a thing called "cable television." But, not just anyone could watch it. You had to pay extra for that. If you didn't, the pornographers would "scramble the signal" which resulted in the channel displaying trippy and occasionally
beautiful colors garnished with a fleeting nipple or better. The audio was also scrambled, and sounded like aggressive static spiked with moans.
Boys, it was awesome, and not in an erotic way per se. It seems silly to reflect on it, on my self, to see it in writing. Nonetheless, scrambled
porn represents was a more
human, more authentic time. And, I, for one, am honored to bear this priceless 90s artifact unto our posterity.