Although I've never gone to a porn theater, back in the 1970s when I was a teenager my former brother-in-law worked at one. I can't remember if he was a part-time manager, the projectionist, the ticket booth attendant, or what. I think he actually had to perform many different tasks there. I gathered it was a sort of run-down place, a former 1940s Art Moderne style neighborhood theater fallen on hard times. My mother also used to drive right past it every day going across the city to work, so we would sort of joke about it.

Mom wasn't judgmental and liked risque humor, though nothing explicit. What's ironic is that my former brother-in-law had also been Pentecostal (we were not) and on Sundays he would travel with my sister (a convert) to preach and sing at various small Pentecostal churches in the region, mostly in small towns. We never talked about his job -- here again is that thing about how we left a lot of things unsaid back then, allowing people more freedom in some ways -- but it always did seem funny to me that a Pentecostal preacher also ran a porn theater. A few years later my sister and he got divorced (lots of reasons, among them he sometimes has trouble staying at a job very long) and she also left that religion.

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