Todd Levin is a man, a man who has written an article about every gaming console he's ever owned. It's a very intimate account.
The joystickâ€™s distinct shape provided me with hours of sophisticated entertainment, especially as I blindly turned the corner of sexual awareness. When Beth Rubenstein came over to â€œplay Atariâ€ in our renovated basement, our gaming would always quickly deteriorate into marathon sessions of hard, closed-mouth kissingâ€”because tongue kissing was disgustingâ€”followed by hilarious hijinks such as me chasing Beth around the weight bench with the joystick tucked between my legs, like Jane Gumb trapped in the world of Tron.
Iâ€™m not sure who would have been more disappointed to discover that last fact: my parents, who tried their best not to raise a pervert; or my brother and sister, who had no idea they were playing Activisionâ€™s Pitfall with my surrogate boner.
Wow, genius. I never thought of using a 2600 controller for a surrogate boner. I always used a Wiffle Ball bat, because I thought that's what it'd look like when I grew up. Wow, no where close. Should have used one of those cinnamon flavored toothpicks.
No Console For Old Men [boingboing]