The Beginning
"You are such a prude." That is the phrase I heard every week and sometimes every day in high school. While all of my friends were off screwing in the bushes somewhere, I was reading books or browsing the internet. While they were watching porn, I was watching kitten videos. But hey, we both saw some pussy. I was not ashamed of my lack of sexuality.
My parents never talked to me about sex, so all the information I got was from Sex Ed (also known as abstinence class because that’s all they teach you). I planned on waiting until marriage and always pressed down any sexual feelings I had. When I turned 16, I was finally allowed to date, according to my mother's rule, and yes, I did everything my parents said. That was also the year that I moved out of the house.
I went to a residential high school in southern Alabama for kids who felt bored and thought their education was lacking at their old high schools. That meant dorms, no parents, and with only 300 students at any time, it also meant everyone was bound to get to know each other.
It took less than a month for me to get my first boyfriend. He ended up being a little too obsessed for sex in my prudish tastes, so I dropped him before even kissing him. And that happened a second time except it wasn't for an interest in sex, it was the crazy bipolar problems. And then there was the third. That was my first kiss and he was too shy to show any interest in wanting to do me, so it worked out. I'll skip the crazy drama, but we did break up a couple times and are currently together again.
But in between that, I was asked out by a senior whom I had never spoken a word to. I thought it would be worth a shot, so I said yes. Little did I know, he was very into drugs, including heroin, and had a libido powered by its own nuclear plant. He was amazed by my innocence... and bound to destroy it. He even came up with a "plan" that introduced a new sexual activity each week to ease me into things. Um... yeah, I was not okay with that. Since I was 100% against drugs, that relationship did not last much past the making out stage. After that, my uphill battle against the inner prude plateaued.
My parents never talked to me about sex, so all the information I got was from Sex Ed (also known as abstinence class because that’s all they teach you). I planned on waiting until marriage and always pressed down any sexual feelings I had. When I turned 16, I was finally allowed to date, according to my mother's rule, and yes, I did everything my parents said. That was also the year that I moved out of the house.
I went to a residential high school in southern Alabama for kids who felt bored and thought their education was lacking at their old high schools. That meant dorms, no parents, and with only 300 students at any time, it also meant everyone was bound to get to know each other.
It took less than a month for me to get my first boyfriend. He ended up being a little too obsessed for sex in my prudish tastes, so I dropped him before even kissing him. And that happened a second time except it wasn't for an interest in sex, it was the crazy bipolar problems. And then there was the third. That was my first kiss and he was too shy to show any interest in wanting to do me, so it worked out. I'll skip the crazy drama, but we did break up a couple times and are currently together again.
But in between that, I was asked out by a senior whom I had never spoken a word to. I thought it would be worth a shot, so I said yes. Little did I know, he was very into drugs, including heroin, and had a libido powered by its own nuclear plant. He was amazed by my innocence... and bound to destroy it. He even came up with a "plan" that introduced a new sexual activity each week to ease me into things. Um... yeah, I was not okay with that. Since I was 100% against drugs, that relationship did not last much past the making out stage. After that, my uphill battle against the inner prude plateaued.
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