The TalkFollow

I never had one, actually. Not from my parents. All the sex ed. I got was in school.

I remember going over the idea of sperm and eggs and how a baby grows with my Mom when I was really little. I think the mechanics of sex were covered in some health class in grade 7 or 8.

I learned from another kid in the first grade after he got done telling me AIDs came from a guy who "raked" a monkey.

My parents didn't interact with me much.

I guess I'm one of the few people who actually did get a talk. I didn't really know anything about sex until I was in first grade, when I heard the word for the first time at the age of 7. I think when I was about 8 or 9 I actually asked my parents what it was. My mom went and bought a book for me, told me to read it and said if I had any questions to talk to her about it. That mostly kept me satisfied until I got a boyfriend in high school and started actually thinking about sex. Then my mom became a fountain of knowledge and she actually gave me tips. She and I don't always get along, but I gotta admit, my mom is pretty freaking cool sometimes.

When we have kids of our own, my primary J and I have already determined that I will be the one to talk to them about sex. The idea of it even now makes him uncomfortable, and I have no problem talking about sex whatsoever. I want to be the type of parent that my kids feel comfortable talking to about anything.

Edited for grammatical fixes.

Edited, Oct 30th 2011 7:59pm by PigtailsOfDoom

Am I the only one that learned about it the way nature intended? At the Monkey Exhibit at the Bronx Zoo?

Six of one, half dozen of the other. If you are feeling beard stubble on the back of your neck, and the smell of whiskey breath and lucky strike stained fingers covering your mouth, it's all about the same.

Born a pervert eh?

In before 'meat hooks' pictures...

I think knife play may be more appropriate here.






Google it if you want to know what it is. :P

First time I really recall thinking of it (outside of the normal stage as a kid where I wanted to be naked all the time) was when I found a crude joke under the playground ("What did the dick say to the condom?" "Cover me, I'm going in!"). I think I was about 9 or 10 at the time and asked my mom what a condom was. She ended up getting a book for me, and trying to be the good parents she was, asked me to read it and discuss each chapter with her. I was confused by it; the reading level was probably for someone a few years older than me. So I skimmed it, chatted with her, and promptly forgot.

In 6th grade we had the "Changes your body is going through" presentations. I remembered being super curious because boys and girls got different pamphlets and got to watch different movies. It was considered the height of awesome to get your hands on the girls' pamphlet, even though we had no idea what things like "periods" or "tampons" were. The guy's presentation was poorly done, I recall. We had a worksheet that asked us "In what order do these changes usually happen?" It was standard fare like "Sweating more," "acne," "voice changing." I had no clue about any except for one: I was proud handing it in, sure that "public hair" had already happened (hair on my head, right?). Yeah, there was no "L" in that

In high school we didn't have any sex education except for STD stuff in Health class (9th grade). Seriously, zero. It was bad. I finally ended up talking to my dad about it, in one of the most awkward conversations ever. He basically said, "Look, don't have sex. Just don't do it. But just in case, always have a condom. But seriously, if you start having sex right now and get a girl pregnant, you will f*ck up your whole life." My dad NEVER swore around me, so I was pretty shocked. Eventually my mom reminded me about the sex ed book she gave to me several years ago, and that's where I got most of my answers.

Oh, and I was like 12 when I discovered we had a Black Box on our TV in the basement. At 11:30, the channels changed from BET to "TEN, the erotic network." A few nights sneaking down there taught me much of the non-scientific stuff. Then I got caught one night on the stairs, claimed I was just going downstairs to get some water, and never risked it again

Edited, Oct 31st 2011 3:28pm by LockeColeMA