The first porn book I ever read was cheap paperback called ‘My Red Skin.’ I found it in a trash can when I was 12. It was set in the Old West and concerned a Native American man who kidnaps a sixteen year old white boy from a settlers camp. He takes him back to his teepee, strips him, ‘smells his ass like a dog,’ and rapes him. That part didn’t upset me. Au contraire. The traumatic part came when some white soldiers arrive looking for the boy. They find the Native American and boy having sex – the boy is enjoying it, of course -- and are so disgusted that they ‘mercifully’ shoot the boy multiple times in the head to preserve his dignity.