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Sunday, April 8, 2012


Today I was reading about the pagan origins of Easter after the Easter bunny visited our house but it got tedious and boring. So I started remembering another Easter, many years ago, shortly after we’d moved to our new town. Out of nowhere, River said, “I bet you can’t find us a porn video today.” Where she came up with that I’ve got no idea. I think we’d only watched porn together once before, courtesy of a friend who worked in a video store. If I had to guess, I’d think it was backlash against Christianity appropriating pagan things in a “if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, then kick ’em the fuck out” kind of way. “Sure I can,” I replied quickly. There was an adult video store right there in the yellow pages and it didn’t take long to get there and return with a video and a rapid heartbeat.

At an appropriate time we went into what was then the guest bedroom, which had the only tv in the house. It lived in the closet, which is a good place for a tv to live. We fired up the video, which I think was something silly about a screen that showed what people were dreaming. I want to have dreams like what we saw on that screen. Actually, I have had dreams like that. Hasn't everybody? Even some lucid dreams like that. Everybody who has lucid dreams dreams about sex it seems. Anyway, I prefer golden age porn, back when stuff was shot on film and shown in theaters and women had pubic hair and real breasts and pornographic priestess Marilyn Chambers thought she was being the new breed of serious actress by going all the way on the big screen.

I guess it’s a girl thing, but River isn’t generally turned on by visuals. So surprisingly at some point during the video she pulled her panties down and stuck her ass up in the air. I still remember asking “Are you presenting?” and her answer, “Yes.” So I got in position behind her and we fucked while watching other people fuck on the small screen, although with much larger apparatus than ours. We had more fun, though, and that's what it's all about. It was the most memorable Easter we’ve ever had.

Easter. Ä’ostre. Estrus. Pagans are all about fucking.