I was at a party recently, one of the first parties I had been to since the birth of my daughter.I felt a little frayed around the edges -- after all, it was the first chance for uninterrupted adult conversation I had had in months. I like to smoke when I drink, which is seldom enough to make it a social quirk but not enough to make it a habit.I realize now how tough it is, because you feel like so much is riding on how you deliver the information and what you say to your child." T.
The only conversation she and I had about sex was when I was 16 years old.
It went something like this: When it came to how they learned about sex, my friends were split.
When we got the note to get the parents' permission to watch the movie, my mom just handed me the book.
Of course, I pretended that I had never seen it." B.
Most of the group had stumbled on masturbation or been told about it by friends.
Oral sex seemed to have come in the moment, so to speak.
"I was in fifth grade when I officially heard about sex. I had already known about sex because I was always sneaking around looking for things.
My mom had told me, ' Don't go in that top drawer of my dresser.' Underneath her lingerie were the two forbidden books, with cartoons ...
Of course, I never wanted them to know I was reading it (and looking at all of those contorted sex positions), so I would sneak the book away into my bedroom.
They never would have cared and probably would have been right there to answer questions.
the '50s kind of drawings of the smiling sperm and the bashful egg.