Doc here with a terrific "Blast From The Past" from first time contributor, the Duke of Pearl. Duke takes us on a trip from Seattle, to Santa Ana, to Buena Park, and eventually to Portland.
Luckily, I am able to illustrate the adult theaters from Duke's report from the Good Doctor's photo archives, located deep within the control room here at my practice. (Remember to click on the photos to ENLARGE them.)
So, without further delay, here is the Duke of Pearl's "Blast":
IN PRAISE OF STICKY FLOORS
I accidentally tripped over this site a few days ago. I am so amused with it that I thought I should introduce myself.
|Apple Theater |
I soon moved to
San Francisco and found a few such places on Market Street, but I didn’t stay in the city long before I moved to southern . There were some good places in those days. The Mitchell Bros Theater in California comes to mind, as does a nasty old theater on Santa Ana 4th Street (The State Arts Theater).
|The Former State Arts Theater|
(now the rennovated West End Theater)
4th Street, Santa Ana, CA
Once inside I fucked her while her husband sat at close range, leaning forward and watching as she berated him like the (happy?) cuckold he was. Getting into the spirit of things I ordered him to “Do something, you miserable bastard. It isn’t nice to just sit there and stare!” He rimmed me expertly and minutes later I shot all over her ample belly. As he licked it up I dressed and quickly left while I listened to them beg me for a re-match. Oh, to be young again and begged for sex!
Buena Park, CA
As I recall, it was the early 90s when they began bulldozing the theaters in southern
. The last one to go was the worst (and therefore the best) of them – the Pussycat Theater in California . There was usually a minimum of 50 people in there at all times and it set new records for sticky floors. On the day they finally tore it down there was a crowd lined up on the other side of Buena Park Beach Blvd consisting mostly of people cheering the demolition, but there was also a fair number of us pervs in raincoats quietly sobbing and sniveling as the silent minority.
Then it was over. The big Cats had made short work of the Pussycat. After the Haz-Mat bureaucrats zealously surveyed and arduously repaired the tainted soil content, someone moved a double-wide onto the property and opened a used car lot. It was clearly time to move on.
|Just For Fun|
I moved to
a year ago. I purposely moved here because of its reputation for being tolerant of sticky floors. I go to The Paris, The Oregon, and lots of the jack-in-the-boxes around town. I never feel unsafe or like a place is about to be raided and all of us humiliated for ‘this thing of ours.’ (I love that phrase, Doc!) Portland
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