I just read my gr. 5 journal, and I (maybe frighteningly) seemed to have a pretty good grip of what was suppose to go on down there. Thanks, sue johannsen! (sp?)
See, I knew how just the baby-making parts worked (my parents read me Where Did I Come From? when I was three), but the sexy things that people did to each other for pleasure? No idea.
Right, right, right. I had the exact same book at the exact same age. It has the advantage of being as useful for explaining sex and reproduction as it is useless for giving any feel for sexuality. Perfect for young children, and the reason why I never understood how some people could find it controversial.
(To this day I have a hard time not mentally comparing an orgasm to a tickle with a sneeze!)
I went and looked back at my 7th Grade musings, which consisted of mostly poems about how terrible peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were. I never kept a diary, per se, but I saved all my artistic school stuff in a scrapbook. Most everything was about food and random insects. If I were my teacher, I would want to kill me.
I’m reading Mortified: Real Words. Real People. Real Pathetic. by David Nadelberg and one of the entries is from a girl who wrote all this erotic fiction when she was 12, before she knew how sex worked. SO funny. :)
I’d blow you with my butt :p
I just read my gr. 5 journal, and I (maybe frighteningly) seemed to have a pretty good grip of what was suppose to go on down there. Thanks, sue johannsen! (sp?)
See, I knew how just the baby-making parts worked (my parents read me Where Did I Come From? when I was three), but the sexy things that people did to each other for pleasure? No idea.
Right, right, right. I had the exact same book at the exact same age. It has the advantage of being as useful for explaining sex and reproduction as it is useless for giving any feel for sexuality. Perfect for young children, and the reason why I never understood how some people could find it controversial.
(To this day I have a hard time not mentally comparing an orgasm to a tickle with a sneeze!)
Ever notice that anyone named Chad is either 100% jock-hunk or 100% mega-dork? Never any overlap or in-between?
I went and looked back at my 7th Grade musings, which consisted of mostly poems about how terrible peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were. I never kept a diary, per se, but I saved all my artistic school stuff in a scrapbook. Most everything was about food and random insects. If I were my teacher, I would want to kill me.
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I’m reading Mortified: Real Words. Real People. Real Pathetic. by David Nadelberg and one of the entries is from a girl who wrote all this erotic fiction when she was 12, before she knew how sex worked. SO funny. :)
Oh, Chad. That’s actually in your diary from grade 5 isn’t it?
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I burned my diary a long time ago. Too embarrassing!