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When my family decided one summer day that we should all go out to the nearby pool and go swimming, I told my mother I was "riding the crimson wave" and probably shouldn't go. My mother told everyone I wasn't feeling well and decided we should all not go. That led to my little 8 year old brother throwing a massive temper tantrum yelling and screaming about how I was ruining everything. It was then that my mom finally told him about periods.
So when I was a kind, any time something sexual happened in a movie or tv show they would play that jazzy saxophone music. So my brain just associated the sound of a jazzy saxophone with sex and any time a song got jazzy I would blush and get embarrassed and say the song was nasty and to turn it off because that's how my mom acted when something sexual happened in a movie. Weird right? I still get weirdly uncomfortable when I hear a saxophone getting jazzy.
This is more of my understanding of relationships than anything sexual. For the longest time I really thought that cheating wasn't possible. I thought it simply didn't happen, that no one ever pursued two people at once. But then I learned that people do that and it felt so weird. I couldn't wrap my head around it. Why would you need two people? To this day, I can't ever see myself cheating or understand why people do that.
Okay so this is more about sexuality in general than any particular part of sex. I am and always have been a bisexual and when I was little I thought everyone was. I thought it was really a common thing. That we could all have crushes on both genders but there was some kind of secret deal that society had made, that we'd all keep those feelings of love and attraction for same sex a secret because it didn't make babies. I thought everyone just ignored their feelings for people of the same gender because we all wanted to have kids when we were older. But I didn't mind the idea of not having kids so I told a girl I liked her. She told everyone and they made fun of me, but that only encouraged the theory that they were all hiding the same thing and they were just mad that I wasn't following their rules. Because of this, and the fact that I was bullied so much for it, I decided I would follow those rules and I pushed all those feelings I had for girls deep down inside. It wasn't until I was eighteen that I finally came out of the closet and accepted my feelings for same sex. To this day, I still feel embarrassed when I find myself attracted to a beautiful woman.
We had these cheap anatomy books that had always sat on the bookshelves. I once dug through them at 6-8 and read through (or stared at thr pictures) the whole chapter on reproduction, pregnancy, the whole nine yards. I was young and NONE OF IT made sense to me. I did however come to believe that Organisms were big living things and Orgasms were smaller living things. I still looked at those words that way for the majority of my childhood...
I have a painfully vague memory of being 14, and my older sister and brother being 16-18. My dad was talking about the Virgin Mary and explained to us that a virgin was "A girl who wasn't married".
Thank god for then internet.
For the longest time the only penises I had ever seen were my brothers' when their diapers got changed or they took baths. And I didn't have any confusion about it because my brothers had always been in my life, with one being my twin. I figured they all looked just like that if they were boy's parts. Years later, finding out about circumcision, I was totally disgusted. I yelled at my mom saying "How could you cut it off! That's not fair! You wouldn't cut anything off of me!" I cried for like an hour over the whole thing. To me it was just as wrong as cutting someone's finger off. To this day I still think it's sort of cruel.
As a young girl who grew up with brothers, I of course saw them take a bath or get a diaper change, so I knew they had different genitals right off the bat. When my mom became pregnant, she also explained, very vaguely, that it took a boy and a girl to make a baby and then mommy carried it in her tummy until it was ready to be born. You'd think that would tell me enough to put two and two together and figure out the actual act but for years I didn't have a clue. I knew it took a penis and a vagina, but as far as I knew, neither of those parts could do anything but pee. I didn't know about erections, or that my body was supposed to fit anything inside it, so I figured that when a girl and boy were ready to have a baby, they got naked, they snuggled and then the boy peed on her. Hey I was pretty darn close if you think about it!
I used to think that babies were born from the mother's belly button.
Growing up it was my mom, dad, my younger sister and I. At some point I remember asking my mom if she had my sister and our dad had me. I knew there was a difference between boys and girls so it made sense that boys gave birth to boys, and girls gave birth to girls.