Growing up, as we drove down I-35 on the way to visit my extended familia down in Brownsville, my father would always make a crass joke about stopping at the big white building that had “KT Video Sales/Rental” plastered across the roof. I never really got it until much later, thinking at the time it was more of a rustic Kaleidoscope Video.
“Can we stop on the way back?” I would always ask.
Located outside of Sanger, Texas, KT’s – also known as TKs at various times – porno barn was always a sex farm of wanton lust, the kind of sin-spot pit-stop that became a roadside landmark for the scads of cars and trucks that drove by on a daily basis; to spot the massive name in bold white letters from the road meant that you were out of Oklahoma and truly in Texas jurisdiction.
I remember talking about it with friends in middle school when one of my substitute teachers informed me that it’s a place where pornography—still in its innocent Playboy infancy with me—was stored and sold, offering thousands upon thousands of titles for sale, as well as various lubes, toys and other novelties.
Sadly, it would be years before I was able to see deep inside of KTs, having to make due until then with desperately-used copies of Cheri and Club—often mixed in with a bag of panties and heels—that I often found in area dumpsters.