Fantasyland Adult Video

convenient, nice non-​creepy clerks. huge plus! they need more selection of their whipped cream supplies

If you think checking out the glory holes at Fantasyland sounds sexy, you should be aware that the mouth of the other side belongs to a man in his 70’s with stained sweatpants and is most likely mentally ill. He can be seen going in to Fantasyland several times a day, readily admits he gives blow jobs there, and it’s disgusting.

This place reminds me of some small, crappy business in a big city like NY or London. I say that because it is *such* a crappy little place that only people living in a huge city would feel they had enough anonymity to frequent somewhere so embarrassingly gross.
It’s definitely not «New Portland,» if you know what I mean.
So, Fantasyland on Foster is a tiny, poorly maintained (ok, I’m joking to even use the word maintained), little porn shop, complete with DVDs and movies of people doing the nasty thing, and joke gifts, like a big cake pan in the shape of a big huge «you know which» part of the make anatomy. You got your lubes, your self-​pleasure toys, your colorful magazines, etc.
And, you got your booths. Now, if you read my review of Paradise Video, you know I’m no prude, but golly heck, this place is yucky.
The hallway back to the booths is cluttered and full of junk. It opens up into a cluttered bigger hall space, with booth doors coming off it, and another narrow, really dark hallway with more booth doors.
Several doors have old-​looking pieces of paper taped to them which read, «Out of order» or «Doesn’t work.» Nobody seems in a rush to fix them. Many of the booths have large «glory holes» — like really big and hard to ignore. There are also, apparently, many customer-​made peek holes, large enough to see what the occupant of the next booth is doing.
Although there are benches, instead of little folding chairs, which is nice for a couple, the vinyl coverings are all ripped up, exposing what foam padding is left, and not totally torn away. The whole bench thing, as far as I could tell in the dim light, looks like a wonderful place for biological beings and crabs and stuff to live. I wouldn’t sit on it without a covering protecting myself.
I wouldn’t touch anything without a covering, actually. A Haz-​Mat suit.
The TV monitors are all pretty crappy. Some have really crazy colors, like all the porn stars are blue or pink or green. None of the rooms seem to have volume control so you are aurally assaulted by the sound from your own monitor, as well as the sounds from anyone else’s monitor in the place. In at least one booth, the sound does not track the picture. So, if you pick, for example, the movie that’s playing on the little screen «D» to play on your large monitor, the sound from the movie on «B» will play…
The buttons for changing the channels are mostly broken– with the tops missing, so you have to fit your finger in, over the tiny light bulb, and try to push them with your nail. Which is hard to do through the hazmat gloves.
The place is right across from Devil’s Point, which is a really fun and friendly stripper place, famous for its StripperOke and for some good bands playing there some times. It could be a fun little «apres-​bar» stop off for cool couples. Instead, it’s sleeze-​a-​rama.
If you do brave the place, remember that anyone in the next booth might be watching you through some hand-​carved peephole. Of course, I suppose that would be a plus for some folks.
On the plus side, there’s hardly anyone here, and the guys that work the late night shift are some of the nicest and coolest guys I’ve ever met in a sleazy porn shop, or any type of shop, really. So, it’s totally comfortable to walk into.
The whole block this place is on is creepy, though. The place next to it has some faded out letters saying it has lingerie modeling, but I suspect it is a secret pay-​for-​pleasure type of place, or maybe someone’s home. There’s a tiny little Mexican food place that is probably really authentic but not vegan, if you know what I mean. And some empty store fronts. It personifies what is so ugly about Foster.
There’s definitely a Foster Revival going on, but it is slow and spotty… It hasn’t reached this place yet, that’s for sure.
Here’s to hoping!