All the trials about obscene publications recounted by Rembar are about old fashioned old books: the trials took place in the 60s, but the books are much older: Lady Chatterley 1928, Tropic of Cancer 1934, and Fanny Hill...1748. People living in Europe had seen much worse in the meantime, and Harlequin has some volumes nowadays much more explicit and hot than these books. Rembar's is still the best book on that kind of censorship.
These books were considered "classics" and therefore in my parents' library. I had much more trouble with Racine, which we had to study at school when I was 15, than with Lady Chatterley which was slightly boring to me. Racine is a French 17th century author who wrote a play about incest. Phèdre is in love with her son-in-law, but of course the reader is supposed to know that, nothing is said. As a result, I never understood the play: I could see the poor woman getting all hysterical every time her son-in-law appeared, but I had no clue: I did not have the concept...So whoever was on the board of education at the time probably did not know any better than me.
I think pornography is in the eye in the beholder: if something seems dirty to you, do not read it: it is not good for you; if it seems beautiful, it is probably good literature too. Do not let the government tell you what to read.