Sex. Fucking. Banging.
Everyone is doing it. No really, they are. I grew up in a family where you don't talk about sex. Ever. Sex to my family is unmentionable, and no one who isn't married or has an ounce of self respect participates in that "lowly" act unless you're:
1. Married
2. Married and trying to conceive
3. Trying to get excommunicated from church.
When I was growing up, no one ever talked about sex. I didn't know what it was; my parents never gave me the talk, I knew nothing about how babies were made, and was led to believe that sex was a dirty, dirty thing. So when I came to college I was appalled at the boys coming in and out of the dorms of my girl friends at all hours, and the couple upstairs from my dorm who fucked and fucked at all hours...very, very loudly. Being the good little stuck up Mormon girl I was I stuck my nose up at them and judged their poor decision making with my then roommate, who was a prude just like me.
You know how some people speak so harshly of something saying it's detestable and blah blah blah....only to cover up their own shit, so no one will ever suspect that of them? Turns out, that what was up with my own family. Secrets started coming out. My mother had been having sex with her "friend," my dad having sex with my moms best friend, my sister with her boyfriend, my cousins with whomever they wanted. The wholesome family image was some big lie, with me being the last to know. I was pissed and disgusted, and judgmental, and suddenly....the only virgin. Not saying knowing that everyone else was literally "doing it" would have changed my mind at the time, but it would have made me feel more at ease with guys, and ultimately my own body.
Either way, I was a prude until my senior year when I stopped letting religion and others think for me and started thinking for myself, deciding what was right for me, what I wanted for once. And man...did it ever feel good. I started seeing guys and ultimatley hooked up with a friend...and didn't make him stop at my neck. I found out fast that there were plenty more ways than just sexting and handjobs to get a guy going.
So why not talk about sex? After all, everyone is doing it. There's lots to talk about, and with summer here, so are the hot nights. The only thing that can come from this is lots of stories to tell, lots of things to try and lots of fun to be had.
Until next time
Val
