I had just finished getting three kids set up with lunch when the door bell rang.
'Hello! I'm Nate and this is my wife Rachel.' They looked to be pushing 70. Rachel waved to me from our walk. Nate had come up to the porch and left his cane at the top of our steps. 'We'd like to talk with you today about pornography.'
You can't even be serious.
'I don't feel comfortable talking with you about that when I've got three kids right in here eating lunch.' As though I would have wanted to without the children there. I sort of pointed in the direction of the dining room. 'We don't watch it, if that's what you're worried about.'
He waved his copy of The Watchtower at me. Across the cover it read Pornography: Harmless or Toxic? 'I'm going to leave this with you,' he shoved it into my hand. 'It discusses God's thoughts on the subject. These aren't just words I'm saying! There are quotes from scripture in there.' He nodded to the pamphlet.
Later, over dinner with friends it was suggested that I could have asked them to come back later for cocktails when the kids weren't around. 'You know. You could have pulled up some choice material on the internets for discussion.'
'No! You should have told them that you are an adult film actress, and that you didn't appreciate them attacking the way you make a living.'
Joking aside, how would a discussion about porn with strangers who were someone's grandparents have gone anyway? I will never, ever know.