My sex misconceptions
Freddy Woo writes, "aged eight, a boy from my class told me everything these was to know about sex: male prostitutes are called destitutes and women use tampons to stop men sticking their willies up them. Also, women pee out their bums, something I didn't realise was wrong until I was about 18 and my first girlfriend looked at me aghast."
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( , Thu 25 Sep 2008, 15:54)
Freddy Woo writes, "aged eight, a boy from my class told me everything these was to know about sex: male prostitutes are called destitutes and women use tampons to stop men sticking their willies up them. Also, women pee out their bums, something I didn't realise was wrong until I was about 18 and my first girlfriend looked at me aghast."
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( , Thu 25 Sep 2008, 15:54)
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Such a superstud..
My parents were rather prudish.
Let me rephrase that...
My parents were prudier than the mayor of Prude town when he's been injected with prude juice.
When I was about 11 I occassionally played football with my dads football team (a local pubs under 11's) at training sessions. But when the rest of the boys went in the shower (one big communal one) I was made to wait until I got home.
Let me put this simply, I could go into the changing room and see these boys getting in the shower, getting dressed and dried, but I went at home on my own.
Then I started senior school (year 7 as it now is) and I was ordered by my parents to wrap a towel around myself to stop the other boys seeing me when changing.
For years before, and a few weeks during, my senior school life I was convinced that I was unique and that was why the other boys needed to be prevented from seeing me.
Then I looked at the other boys...and I was the same, so what the hell was I struggling behind a towel for?
Having got that off my chest: My major misconception I can trace to my science teather who was nicknamed 'fud' because of how he pronounced 'method'.
He gave me my one and only sex education lesson, and it lasted 40 minutes.
"Sex should take 20 minutes" he proclaimed.
Having just discovered the joys of a hand shandy when I was supposed to be doing homework I actually got a clock and timed myself.
More 'advanced' boys told tales of 'Jims cafe' where if you ordered a certain thing from the menu you got taken upstairs by a lady who'd want money. (I believe that the sum mentioned was 'half a crown' (12 1/2 p))
So when the clocks shown 20 minutes and I'm still going I'm convinced that if I ever go to Jims cafe she'll be so impressed that I'd get my money back !!
My longest misconception was thinking that what comes out of a woman when she's on her period was blood like you cut yourself?
Why don't they tell you about the jelly blobs?
( , Sat 27 Sep 2008, 19:38, 3 replies)
My parents were rather prudish.
Let me rephrase that...
My parents were prudier than the mayor of Prude town when he's been injected with prude juice.
When I was about 11 I occassionally played football with my dads football team (a local pubs under 11's) at training sessions. But when the rest of the boys went in the shower (one big communal one) I was made to wait until I got home.
Let me put this simply, I could go into the changing room and see these boys getting in the shower, getting dressed and dried, but I went at home on my own.
Then I started senior school (year 7 as it now is) and I was ordered by my parents to wrap a towel around myself to stop the other boys seeing me when changing.
For years before, and a few weeks during, my senior school life I was convinced that I was unique and that was why the other boys needed to be prevented from seeing me.
Then I looked at the other boys...and I was the same, so what the hell was I struggling behind a towel for?
Having got that off my chest: My major misconception I can trace to my science teather who was nicknamed 'fud' because of how he pronounced 'method'.
He gave me my one and only sex education lesson, and it lasted 40 minutes.
"Sex should take 20 minutes" he proclaimed.
Having just discovered the joys of a hand shandy when I was supposed to be doing homework I actually got a clock and timed myself.
More 'advanced' boys told tales of 'Jims cafe' where if you ordered a certain thing from the menu you got taken upstairs by a lady who'd want money. (I believe that the sum mentioned was 'half a crown' (12 1/2 p))
So when the clocks shown 20 minutes and I'm still going I'm convinced that if I ever go to Jims cafe she'll be so impressed that I'd get my money back !!
My longest misconception was thinking that what comes out of a woman when she's on her period was blood like you cut yourself?
Why don't they tell you about the jelly blobs?
( , Sat 27 Sep 2008, 19:38, 3 replies)
I just used to think it came out like one big wee
Oh how wrong I was
( , Sat 27 Sep 2008, 19:58, closed)
Oh how wrong I was
( , Sat 27 Sep 2008, 19:58, closed)
Urgh
I'm reading this with a mahoosive hangover. That last line almost tipped me over the edge
Blergh
( , Sat 27 Sep 2008, 23:20, closed)
I'm reading this with a mahoosive hangover. That last line almost tipped me over the edge
Blergh
( , Sat 27 Sep 2008, 23:20, closed)
My misconception...
...was thinking I needed to know how this story ended. *shivers*
( , Sun 28 Sep 2008, 0:38, closed)
...was thinking I needed to know how this story ended. *shivers*
( , Sun 28 Sep 2008, 0:38, closed)
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