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Nasty online sex actions

But attitudes towards sex were changing: intellectual people like my parents proudly kept a copy of Alex Comfort’s on their shelves, which taught a new generation how to have a good time.

The black girls felt invisible, the straight girls were embarrassed, and all of us were disappointed.

I don’t know what would have happened if we had had a chance to watch the whole thing; but I do remember thinking at the time that the sexiest thing about the event was not the film, but the clandestine nature of the gathering.

A decade or so later as a teenager in the late 1970s and 80s, porn seemed the province of sad old men in raincoats who visited barred and grubby shops in London’s seedy Soho.

My brother and I had set off to see a friend, a boy around our age.

By the noughties Madonna, with her perpetual play on the motifs of paid sex and porno images, was my generation’s mascot. (It is still the fastest selling coffee table of all time.) In retrospect, the book was a case of style over substance; but I can still remember the excitement of tearing open the silver Mylar sheath that covered the huge book. The pictures, taken by the fashion photographer Steven Meisel were achingly fashionable; if not at all sexy – it was essentially soft core porn that simulated S & M, bondage and anilingus.

As a gesture towards authenticity it also featured real-life porn stars like Joey Stefano, as well as mainstream actresses like Isabella Rossellini and lesser luminaries like the rapper Vanilla Ice.

Not long after this I was commissioned to write a piece about Annie Sprinkle, one of the great doyennes of US porn, who had come over to England to present her new show at the Institute of Contemporary Arts.