How did you find out about sex?

In My Humble Opinion
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sigh… I was a nerd at an early age… I now know I proved sex mathmaticly before I knew about it at all.

my general logic when I was about 6:

hey! guys have a something down there… girls don’t just have nothing… they have a lack of something! if you put them together it would add up to nothing!

and I mean I was thinking like… “the fly” style… if you like combined a guy and a girl… would average out and end up flat around the bend…

I always felt that most of science is like that now… got it exactly right… but just… missing a tiny little bitty bit of the point…

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I was about 10 or 11 before I finally got it right. My first theory developed when I was maybe 7 or 8. Back then I thought that all the man and woman had to do was take off their clothes and sleep closely to each other in order to get the women pregnant (I was on the right track, at least). Once I learned that the specific anatomies of males and females were involved I thought that the man just urinated into the woman’s vagina and this was how babies were made. I didn’t even think his penis had to be erect, and I was still puzzled at that time what purpose erections served. When I was 11 I finally learned how it all really worked, and at that time I thought that sex was only for making babies. About a year later I learned that most of the time people do it for each other’s pleasure. I was shamed out of exploring sexual curiosities at an early age. I grew up with early impressions that the word “sex” had many taboos associated with it, and that it was a dirty topic. While I am sure, in retrospect, that my parents would have been willing to answer any of my questions, I was afraid at the time that I’d get in trouble for even thinking such thoughts, so I had to learn it all from my friends and other sources. My dad never gave me any sort of “birds and the bees” talk.

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I was about 7 or 8 and reading a book about how babies came from a zygote that resulted in the meeting of the sperm from the father and the egg of the mother. What I couldn’t figure out was, how did the sperm from the father get there?

So I asked my mom, and I was HORRIFIED! :smiley:

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I think I asked The Big Question when I was about four or so, and my mother did answer. She even mentioned something along the lines of, “For some people, it’s great fun,” or something to that effect. My reaction at the time was mostly something along the lines of, “Oh, that answers that.”

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I remember in about 4th grade a classmate wanted to know if I wanted to know what “fucking” was. I recieved this succinct explanation:
“A guy puts his dick in a chick’s slot, and then he books.”:eek:

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I never actually remember learning about sex, like what goes where, etc. I kind of knew? I don’t know. I never had a rememberable euphoria where I was like “So that’s why I have that.”

My parents are very religious. When I asked where babies come from, I was answered with, “When a mommy and daddy really want a baby, they have to pray and pray and G-d makes a baby in mommy’s tummy.” That answer was pretty satisfactory.

I remember being about eight and seeing a condom commercial on TV. I was thoroughly disgusted and vowed that I will never ever have sex.

I guess I found out actually how it happened by watching scrambled porn. Sick as it sounds. When I was about 10 I caught a few scenes. It fascinated me.

After all the giggly stuff, I found out what oral sex was, fingering, etc. and I was thoroughly disgusted. After I decided I might have sex with a husband, I vowed I’d never give him a blowjob, or anyone else for that matter.

My mom once had a talk with me about blow jobs, which is disturbing in itself. She told me its the most disgusting thing a woman can do to a man and I should never even think of giving one. Funny how that makes you want to do it more, isn’t it?

My parents stick to the old “we waited until we were married” bullshit. Personally, I don’t buy it from my dad. My mom…I’m starting to buy that less and less.

I went to an all girls high school. I was always considered “hot” and “fuckable” by certain guys, but I was somewhat not interested. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17.

I’m still a virgin, waiting for the right guy I guess. Oh by the way, I’m only 18…and one of the only virgins I know. But at least I’m not going to go out and screw anything that’s willing.

Funny how my mom telling me she was a virgin when she got married has made me determined to do the opposite.

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I Cannot add to this thread without taking it from a light hearted :slight_smile: down to a :eek:

But this I have to comment on:

The first word I thought of was Circumcision. It

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Hm. Osip seems to have been cut off.

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Auuuughhhhhh!!!

I think I learned most of it from the playground and health class - fairly standard - and by the time Dad attempted The Talk, I already knew nearly everything. About straight sex, that is. Everything I knew about gay sex I learned from porn, erotica, guides for writing same (I do love the internet), and, ahhh, practical courses.

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Learn about sex? You mean someone’s supposed to TEACH you???

Oh god, you mean I may have been doing it wrong all these years?

My parents never had “the talk” with any of us kids - EVER. In fact to this day, they have an extremely hard time dealing with the subject at all. So, I probably had some pretty wierd misconceptions running through my head as a kid, but I don’t really remember what they were. I do remember wondering why “birds and bees” had anyting to do with making babies - I vaguely remember thinking that you had to have birds and bees somehow involved in the actual process.

I started reading science books, going to the science museum and watching Nova at an early age, so I got all the basic plumbing and biological information that way.

Problem was that I found that my attractions ran to the same-sex variety fairly early on as well, so all the basic plumbing and biological information from the books and TV didn’t help. Knowledge in that area only came from personal experimentation, good “educators”:slight_smile: and, dare I say it, porn. It’s amazing that I’m not dead or dying today, honestly - considering that I started having gay sex right around 1976 or so while in High School, long before we knew anything at all about AIDS, etc.

And look, now I’m a happy, healthy, well adjusted (OK, mostly) 41 year old fablulous gay boy - ain’t life grand?