sex

I used to believe…

When I was little I was very active in the sexual department (reading and asking questions and basically messing around with friends); and I came across a pop up book about male and female sexual organs. It was rather explicit but used a washing machine and a dryer for demonstarion purposes. The washer would "spit" this liquid into the dryer opening. One day while messing around with one of my friends (I hope she doesn't figure this out), I decided that I would pee inside her because that is what the washing machine did. Oh man was I dumb (it got everywhere). I found out the truth when I was 11 in sex ed.

I used to believe that if a woman wanted a baby badly enough, she would just automatically be pregnant, & that was that. The notion of sex as a means of reproduction didn't cross my mind until years later.

I used to believe that babies came out through the mother's mouth...like, i thought that the mother just vomitted up a baby one day when the baby got so big that it couldn't fit in her belly anymore. i remember being little & thinking, "well, how ELSE do they get out of there?"

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When I was about 13, I just couldn't understand why one of my Mum's friends had a daughter, when she wasn't even married. I thought it must've been a virgin birth.

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Sex ed classes are confusing. Having gone through the acceptance of "Tab A, slot B", I thought that the man and woman were standing up, facing each other, and sort of maneuvering their hips at each other. I remember wondering how they kept the gyrations synchronized...

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My first grade art teacher was pregnant, and after she left school to have the baby, some other girls and I found out somehow that it had been a 'difficult birth.' We all knew the facts of life, but one smartypants wisely told us that there were two ways to have a baby, and something about the baby 'coming out the wrong way'. Not being able to imagine anything like a cesarian and using perfect little kid logic, we decided that this meant that you could have a baby vaginally, or anally, anal birth being especially bad–like 10 times worse than having to take a really big dump.

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when I was about 10 or 11–after I knew what getting your period was, but before I understood what the paraphenalia was for– I put my mom and sister in hysterics by asking how 'deodorant' tampons to stayed in your armpits.

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when i was little like 5 or 6 i used 2 think that boys and girls had babies (my father wasnt the smallest guy ever) i htought my dad and my mom were both pregnant & they were both gona have babies out of their bellybuttons, but my dads was smaller than my moms so one night i climbed into my parents bed and rubbed my dads stomach and talked to "the baby inside" i just found out last year (i'm 13) that thats not true!!

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when in year 6 the fact that a girl had given a lad a blow job, i couldnt quite understand the big deal.I asked my friends what this was and they said with a snigger '' where u blow on the boys willies'' upto year 9 i believed this.Untill i was set straight by those friends who had sniggered the reply 3 years ago.

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One day after I had taken a bath my baby brother when I was 3, I thought that my fingers were all wrinkly, because during our time in the tub, I had accidently touched one of his testicals therefore it explained why my fingers were the way they were when I got out of the bathtub!

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When I was a kid, (around age seven) I thought that when animals “mated” that meant they got married.
So one day, my 8-year-old guy friend and I were playing Lion King in his yard as his father did yard work. I was the girl lion and he was the boy lion as usual. Then, going up to his father, we announced very proudly that we were going to mate that night and we were going to have a really good time.
To make a long story longer, the look on his father's face was priceless, and the memory still embarrasses me.....

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I remember when I was four years old, I asked my parents where babies comes from. They decided that they were going to tell me the truth and explained things to me. After their talk with me, I stood up and simply said “If you didn’t want to tell me, you didn’t have to lie”

Right from the mouths of babes, huh?

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Before the age of 11, I used to believe that girls had the same sexual organs as boys. One day when I was 11 years old one of my friends FALSELY affirmed my beliefs by telling me that girls like to have their penises played with when having sex. Shortly after that I got into a "you show me yours, and I'll show you mine" game with my very first girlfriend. When she pulled down her panties I SCREAMED and CRIED and asked her "Where's your penis!" She cracked up laughing, as did her mother who ran into the room trying to find out why I screamed so loud! I was sent home and my mother promptly told me the differences between boys and girls, as well as how babies are made. Before this I had thought that sex was the boy and the girl taking turns sticking their penis up the other persons butt!

I used to believe that my clitoris was where I peed from. I had taken a mirror to look, and it seemed to be in the right place. I just couldn't understand why it felt so good to rub there!

i used to believe that if you held on to your pee you would get your period. I was told this when i was 10 and i held on to my pee so much one day i couldnt hold it anymore and i peed on myself in the street.

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My mom never told me about girls getting a period...When I was 10 yrs. old I woke up one morning to having some blood in my panties, well I thought I scratched myself in my sleep but I was very PRIVATE girl and did not go to my mother about it...as the day progressed I saw drops and tried looking with a mirror to see where I scratched myself...NO LUCK!!...the next morning I woke up and there was even more blood spots so I put BANDAIDS all over my private area but to no avail it continued and was only getting worse...so I finally went to my mother TOTALLY EMBARESSED to say "Mom I scratched myself and it just wont stop bleeding and I have tried using bandaids to cover the scratch but it's not working"...Needless to say my mother wanted to see and when I showed her or rather she could tell it waas not a scratch but my first period...It took everything for her to not laugh at the site of bandaids everwhere from front to back...She proceeded to tell me then what it was...One thing she told me was now I was a "Woman" so to speak and I had to stay away from boys..lol...I sure made sure when I had my daughter to tell her very early on about this subject...lol

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WHEN i WAS A YOUNG TEEN I THOUGHT THAT IF A BOY TOUCHED ME I WOULD GET PREGNANT. I REMEMBER MY MOTHER SAYING, DON'T LET HIM TOUCH YOU. SO I WOULDN'T EVEN LET HIM PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME IN THE MOVIES. ESPECIALLY IN THE DARK IT WAS THE MOST DANGERIOUS.