In olden days, how common was it for people to enter marriage with literally no clue what sex was?

What we have here are the precursors of Jack D. Ripper’s “precious bodily fluids”?

Here is the 1950s version.

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That’s a… unique euphemism.

Oh my god, the Boy Scout Handbook !

It was a lot more enlightened, but not an iota more informative in the early '70s when I was a tenderfoot.

“Some boys cause these emissions themselves. While this will not hurt them, nevertheless they should not do something if they are worried it will cause them harm.”

I had no idea how they -ahem!- caused these emissions. But I figured that out long before I figured out the seeming contradiction: it won’t hurt you, but don’t do it anyway.

Also, I am chagrined to admit I did not have to look up that quote.

“Seek advice from wise, clean, strong men.”
With a picture of a railroad signaller and a man cooking on a campfire.

As my wife just said when she saw this, that sounds like a recipe for disaster.

Damn. NOW I know why my life is the way it turned out - thank you, Boy Scouts of 1911 and Dr Hall of 1909! Those passages explain a lot - my manhood has been getting sapped away all these years.

Heh-heh. Enlarged. Heh-heh.

That’s why he denied women his Essence.

I would parse the contradiction as

Sensible science knows masturbation is normal and not only not harmless, but mildly beneficial since it (slightly) reduces the likelihood of unwanted pregnancies.

OTOH, we the BSA, are well aware of our Puritan Christian roots and the many religious wackjobs adherents among our Scouts’ parents and therefore among our Scouts. In an effort to not piss off those vital donors, we’re going to say you should not masturbate if your parents would disapprove or have already filled your head with the silly notion that a) the christian god exists and b) that purported god would disapprove of your masturbation.

Here’s the 1967 version.

At least it’s not bad science, even if it’s unnecessarily critical of natural human functioning. And I give it credit for encouraging kids to ask “reliable sources” for more information. Alas, though, the manual itself (which purports to be just such a source on other elements of a boys’ life) is all too silent on this important topic.

The 20th century male raised as a Boy Scout endeavors to always be prepared, but the Scouts certainly fail to provide any worthwhile preparation for the carnal experience.

I have read that masturbation to finish is good as it helps the prostate. For males.

It references another book, In Training. I found the 1950 edition (it looks like it first came out in the 1930s).

Here’s the description of intercourse:

Of course, then it gets into the moralizing

Still, as noted earlier in the book, this was progress

And, yet, there was still so much more progress to be had.

It started off so well…

And, of course, only boys (males) engage in the “ruinous habit” (or other depravities), for they are not made of sugar & spice.

My goodness. I hope such pornography isn’t found on the shelves of our public schools. Think of the children! :flushed:

I went to a farm stall last weekend and my kids, particularly my son was amused by a rooster leaping upon and having a brief sexual encounter with a fairly unwilling hen.

These are town kids, they did not get the farm education I got. They are 7 and 5. Perfect timing to learn about “the birds and the bees” (and the chicken rapists.)

I explained in general terms what was happening, compared their bodies to male and female adults. They are too young to get much more but my son asked

“Did you jump on mummy like that?”

For which I said no.

The truth is, as our second child, I had been secretly tracking my wife’s periods using an app, and identified the ideal fertile period to get a son… and I did behave pretty much like this rooster, though I think my wife enjoyed it a bit more than the hen did.

“Have you ever been in a Turkish prison?”

Tod : Um, a few months ago, Garry got his first… boner. You know what that is?

Helen : If memory serves.

Tod : Aw, great! Anyway, since then, he’s been… uh… slappin’ the salami. No offense.

Helen : No.

Tod : Apparently, he’s goin’ for a world record. Anyway, he was afraid there was something wrong with him, you know? Like he was a pervert or something. I told him that’s what little dudes do - we’ve all done it. It made him happy.

Bart: Dad, why’d you take me to a gay steel mill?

Moriarty, the passage you bolded is probably the exact one I was thinking of from my own Boy Scout reading. I’m actually relieved I didn’t remember it as precisely as I had thought.

And while I don’t expect the Boy Scout Handbook to give instructions or anything, they could at least have given the word for it, or mentioned why folks do it, or explained why anyone would be worried, or something besides that cryptic statement. I found it quite confusing at the time.

LSLGuy, I would say you nailed it.