Sex Talk

I never got the sex talk.

I grew up in an uber-Catholic home where no one talked about sex. My parents didn’t talk about sex, their parents didn’t talk about sex. Just how it worked.

My dad discovered me on the phone with my cousin as he defined foreplay for me. Oh dear god, did I get a talking to as soon as I hung up. I don’t know what my dad was thinking but I knew he was disappointed. I don’t know if it was just the way I was going about it or in just the fact that I was talking about it at all.

I got lucky.

I found someone caring enough to take the time to discuss it with me. Every silly and naive questions, every obvious observation that I made with such innocent excitement, he would smile and giggle right along with me. He came along for the ride and stayed with me through everything.

What would have happened if I just found a dick with a penis who wanted to take advantage of me? He could have been that but I was lucky enough that he was and still is far from it.

I find it strange that no one wants to talk about the most natural thing humans do. Mom says people talk about it too much, but where does that leave us? Sex, porn, prostitution, homosexuality, masturbation, circumcision are all so taboo and yet they are a big part of sex. Where does that get us? If we can’t talk openly and honestly about sex, it creates more problems than solutions.

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