Ah, yes. I remember the days of sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night to watch Cinemax with the sound off.... I was lucky, though. I had C-Band, and after a few years of simulated sex on Skinemax (not that I could tell the difference back then) and a few weird fly-by-night channels (Las Vegas After Dark TV or something, memorable for not featuring Vegas, or dark, just boobs), proper porn finally came back to the big dish (it kinda left for a while). First Playboy and Spice, and then outright for-real hardcore. In retrospect the timing was excellent, since the available porn grew up with me. And then once I'd become a for-real adult (eighteen, adult, HA!) and thought I'd seen it all, the Internet came along and taught me that not only had I not seen it all, but that there was a lot of the all I really didn't want to see.
But enough pervy nostalgia. Just a note, Bob: If you were made in 1981, you're not a thirtysomething yet. I know this not because I can do math, but because I am thirty-nothing and I was born before you. So stop acting all old and stuff while you've still got that 2 digit or us geezers will gang up on you and beat you like the child you are.
