When I first began to be sexually attracted to women, I believed all porn to be bad and resolved never to pay for any. I did however keep the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition with Christie Brinkley under my bed. My dad got mad at me when I found it.
As soon as I started asking about sex when I was 9 my parents gave me
Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex (But were afraid to ask)
and then told me I could ask them any other follow up questions. Which I did. "What does it feel like to have an orgasm?" "What does sperm look like?"
Then they left their copies of The Sensuous Man and The Sensuous Woman lying around the house so I read those too. Then I got a copy of one of Xaviera Hollander's sequels to The Happy Hooker (Xaviera Goes Wild) which was all about leading a swinging life and going to European sex clubs and orgies and such. So I actually read that more than looking at porny pictures. Though I also found plenty of stroke material in every issue of Savage Sword of Conan. (Uh, not Conan himself.)
(Uh, not Conan himself.)
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I could see it with a Barry Windsor-Smith Conan more than a John Buscema Conan.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Aside from the fact that he would snap Hec like a little twig.
That sounds like a good talk, msbelle.
My mother tried to have a sex talk with me at about that age which involved anatomical labeled drawings that she drew herself, which was embarrassing for all concerned.
I pretty much learned from romance novels, which is not ideal, I guess, especially since Jondalar's giant womanmaker was a little unrealistic.
I'm trying to decide what to do with the rest of my day. I'm thinking about going to a movie -- either Hugo or the Muppets. I need to buy some presents. I need to go grocery shopping, too, and that's got to be soon, because I don't really have anything to make for dinner. For presents, I wanted to try to buy as much as I could from local businesses rather than Amazon this year, but most of what my family wants isn't available locally. (There are enough books on their lists that I'd buy books at a local bookstore if I had a local bookstore, but the local bookstore closed last year after a dispute with their landlord, and they keep announcing that they've got a new location and will be opening again "soon," but it hasn't happened yet.)
8? 9? I don't think I started looking at porn until I was 12 or so, perhaps when I discovered my uncle got the Playboy channel. And then at home, I was always sneaking down to watch Cinemax.
Before then, I remember seeing
Coming to America
with my parents and, I think, covering my own eyes when there were boobies on the screen (which, I believe, were the first boobies I'd seen). And when I watched
Candyman
at night by myself, I again covered my own eyes when there were boobies on the screen. I can't imagine looking at porn when I was 8 or 9. I am pretty sure my parents and I never discussed sex at all.
Beautifully said, msbelle!
I could see it with a Barry Windsor-Smith Conan more than a John Buscema Conan.
Both have their charms...and by charms I mean...
msbelle, you are the best mom that kid could ever have! Hang in there!
I believe I've mentioned before that my entire sex talk from my mother was "You've read enough to know...."
