This post comes to you courtesy of this post over at my friend Genevieve’s place. So if you don’t like it, go blame her. Not me. LOL!
I’m all in favour of children getting a decent – and as graphically detailed as they can cope with – sex education. I think if we human beings can get through the hormonal stages of puberty knowing what our bodies (and brains) are going through and – if we give in to those urges – know what to do and how not to get anyone pregnant then that’s fcuking brilliant (excuse the pun).
Knowing about everything from masturbation through to vaginal, anal and oral sex, and knowing about contraception, hetero- homo- and bi-sexuality – these are all Good Things.
Sweeping this kind of knowledge under someone’s mental carpet isn’t the way forward – and all but a few religious nutcases agree.
Sadly though, I didn’t get a ‘proper’ sex education at school (all kinds of jokes about getting an improper one aren’t appropriate – as will become clear) and didn’t get any kind of sex education at home. My mother was obviously far too busy putting her practical knowledge of the subject in to practice to spare the time to talk to her No 2 son (and as far as I know, No’s 1 and 3 sons too) about the theoretical side of things.
But that was probably because she was a bitch.
Anyway, moving on.
We didn’t do sex at prep school – not in any kind of curricular exercise anyway.
There were occasional stories of boys from the lower houses getting buggered by older boarders, but without evidence – and boys being boys in the story-telling department – who could say whether these tales were true or just thrown around to scare us?
When I got expelled and sent to a grammar school I missed out on Sex Ed. because they’d all ‘done’ the topic the year before.
So although they weren’t older or particularly wiser, at least they knew what they knew , whilst all that I knew was that there were a couple of boys from middle school who would do one a sexual favour quite freely and there were other boys it would be good to stay away from in the shower.
Is it any wonder I stayed away from girls for so long in to my adulthood?
Which makes me wonder why I’m such a relatively well-balanced person really, sexually speaking.