(I’m female)
I’ve always seen my mother changing clothes or getting out of the shower when I was in the bathroom, stuff like that.
I don’t recall ever seeing my father naked, but as an adult I heard a story that once when I was potty training age, I reached up and grabbed my father’s bulge (in underware) and said “Daddy, you pooped!” He never again wore underwear in front of me.
He told this story to my step mother, who he met when I was 12 or 13. He did not tell me this story, and my step mother said he was mortified about it.
Both of my parents, when I was too young to remember. Until I was three, I used to bathe with both of my parents-we even have a picture of me in the tub with my dad.*
I have this vivid memory from my childhood…I was about 5 or 6 and I spent a lot of time with my grandparents. My grandfather had a stroke and was no longer able to care for himself. Anyway, one morning I went to find my grandma and when I went into her room she was about to dress my totally naked grandfather, who was standing by the heater after a bath.
I didn’t focus so much on the privates, but the over all impression I got was when I was old and naked, I would end up looking something like a big leather suitcase with limbs.
Anyway, my grandma was not all that concerned, I suppose to her it was a part of life, or she didn’t want to upset her husband by yelling at me.
As far as female genitalia, for a long time since I was a young child I only thought there was a tuft of hair there, probably from bathing with my mother when I was very young. I was actually freaked out a bit much later (when I was 11 or 12) when I saw the actual labiae and all that.
Well I was an early bloomer when it came to noticing I liked girls. I mean, I was the boy on the playground who chased girls around, or when I got smart, played their games - screw the guys, if I could play house I was hanging with the chicks.
In any case, I saw female genitalia early on. I can recall being bathed with my younger sister but I do recall the first time I saw pubic hair. I walked in on my mom after she got out of the shower. Whoops.
As for girls my own age, I was playing I’ll show me yours if you show me mine when I was still in elementary school, but that didn’t really count because it was always in a dark place on the playground or at night at a sleep over. No real well lit peeks.
I have always thought I was a weird or at least extremely precociuos kid. I was busted by a girl’s mom when we were both around 6 or 7. We hadn’t actually managed anything but we were definately trying to do the deed. The mom freaked in a very big way and I was persona non-grata in the house after that.
As far as seeing adult genetilia I had accidentally bumped into my parents a few weeks prior to the episode with the girl which was where I got the idea. They didn’t know I had seen them and I wasn’t freaked out so I didn’t rush away or anything. Anyway, I have to give my parents credit for starting me on a long career of girl chasing. Somehow I don’t think I’m going to actually thank them though.
I was very young, even before I started elementary school. I saw my Uncle at a urinal. I knew it was like mine but the size and the body hair threw me off. Even at 52, that vision remains fresh in my mind.
I can’t really remember, but this thread seemed like a good place to tell about the time my sister-in-law and I were talking, and she referred to her husband as “old turkey neck and gizzards.”
I was around 12. Quite traumatic actually. I wasn’t one of those lucky souls who got hold onto my dad’s stash of vintage Playboy mags. Nope. It was when I visited my cousins/aunt/uncle in Eastern Tennessee, at CHURCH. They attended one of those weird pentecostal churches, where people do snake-handling and speak in tongues. Thank goodness there were no snakes at that particular church, but people were speaking in tongues.
At a certain point of time during that service people, a lot of people started “shouting” and doing praise dancing. Hands thrown in the air. People whipping their hair back and forth. Churhgoers dropping to their knees and praying dramatically. People shouting “hallelujah!”. Yelling. Crying. Words being spoken I had no clue what they were (speaking in tongues).
This was all scary to me. I was not used to seeing adults losing control of themselves like that.
This one woman took it to the extreme though. She was dressed all Jezebel-y. She walked from the back of the church to the front. As she was walking down the aisle, she did this chant. She said “thank you Jesus!” many times, starting slow and speeding up the tempo. THANK YOU JESUS! THANK YOU JESUS! THANKYOUJESUS! THANKYOUJESUSTHANKYOUJESUSTHANKYOUJESUS! JESUSJESUSJESUSJESUS!
As she approached the pulpit, she stopped, dropped, and rolled as if she was on fire. As she dropped, we all briefly saw her taco and gyatt!!! She wasn’t wearing any freaking underwear! Then one of the Elders frantically walked over and threw a sweater on her as she was rolling.
As we headed back to my relatives’ house, my aunt said that woman was crazy and had questionable intentions. It was rumored that she liked the pastor and would do such antics to show off.
Mmmmmmkay!
Midwest Degenerate Gambler
-I guess we could say that the Holy Ghost got inside her.
Unless you count photos or artwork I don’t really remember. I never “caught” my parents, and Dad was old fashioned, and was never undressed in front of us girls. I was in seventh grade before I learned how babies were made. We had a sex ed class in junior high and in the book there was a very explicit description of intercourse. After figuring out what it was saying my first thought was “Wait, that means that my mom and dad…ewwwww!”
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I was busted by a girl’s mom when we were both around 6 or 7. We hadn’t actually managed anything but we were definately trying to do the deed. The mom freaked in a very big way and I was persona non-grata in the house after that.