Imagine a place, a special repository, a space where all the great porn memorabilia would be showcased from the days of old right up to today. There would be lithographs of the great erotic cave paintings where cavemen painted themselves with huge phalluses schtupping caribou. Great care would be given to preserving those first daguerreotypes of corseted and knickered plump ladies with fleshy knockers showing off their naughty bits. There would be an entire hall like the great museums of Europe where the armor of knights of old is displayed where all the fancy lingerie is displayed from the horse cum splattered petticoats of Catherine the Great to Josephine Bonaparte’s soiled undies that Napoleon loved to sniff and more, like that blue dress with presidential sperm that Monica Lewinsky wore. A great and darkly lit room would preserve the paint cracking on the old penny arcades that would play flip books of sex caught in successive images cycling through in endless loops. One of Jeffery Coombs gigantic tribute paintings to his former wife and Parliament members Cicciolina with a humungous representation of his cock plunging into her tight ass while cum drips from her face like icing on a hot sweet bun would grace the entrance and let the public know that not only is this a serious collection of the world’s best porn but also a place where size does matter. And the size of this place would be impressive; in fact, I am thinking that the building would have to be designed by the eccentric genius of Frank Gehry to symbolically represent a penis penetrating the moist folds of a partly shaved pussy. It would sit at the front of his most impressive works to date, better than the museum in Bilbao, Spain, more grand than the Disney Opera house in Los Angeles California. Indeed the acoustics would be so finely tuned that you could hear a soft moan of an orgasm liltingly carried around the room to tickle your ear with sweet sexual harmonies, even in the bathrooms.