When I was a horny teenager, porn, like all other media, came in hard copy only. These magazines floated around and were sold by seedier liquor stores, but like alcohol they weren’t supposed to be available to teenagers. So there’d be mags passed around from friend to friend, but somone’s mom would eventually find and confiscate it. There was even a concrete block wall near one of the seedy stores where homeless folks kept a little porn library jammed into a hole in a concrete block. Occasionally if Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler or Oui wasn’t available, I’d make do with a copy of Penthouse Letters – a little booklet, essentially /r/gonewildstories in magazine form. And a lot of the letters started with the phrase, “I never thought these letters were true..”
I have a normal reddit account for normal stuff, and I read /r/personalfinance sometimes. Last year – summertime – a girl posted about needing money for rent and not having it and short of spreading her legs for the money, not knowing what to do. I noticed that her location was about 100 miles from me and, half-jokingly, I shot her a PM: