Unfortunately, misconception was never part of my childhood.
Since I was three years old my mum worked doing party plan for a company that sounds a little like ham bummers.

Every catalogue got a good look through, for five years the abundance of catalogues that came through even ended up being used as underlining for carpets. Nothing was ever kept secret when it came to the joys of sex. Anything I wanted to know about sex was generally worked out from the books and suitcases full of stuff that were lying around the house in copious quantities. I was always a strong reader as a child and I think I read my first lesbian fantasy novel when I was eight years old. Thanks to a dictionary I was pretty clued in to how lesbians went about their business despite the rather excessive references to riding crops, bed posts and various kitchen instruments.

I even managed to get a childminder sacked by saying that she had a friend round they were doing exactly what I was reading about in the book in the living room! Innocent ten year old coming out with this stuff to such a graphic level or babysitter protesting innocence? Who were my parents going to believe?

Unfortunately, as cool as this upbringing may seem it did have a number of downsides too.

With sexual awareness comes the longing to try a lot of what you have learned out, and that came to me at an insanely young age leaving me constantly beating my little man at the slightest sexual thought.

Later years were also awkward, one girlfriend came back to mine to meet the parents on the afternoon my mum was sorting out her sales items, cue her walking with me into the living room to a table full of battery powered rubber cocks, a stack of sex orientated books and a few bottles of the various lubes Ann Summers sold amongst them.

The worst incident was when I brought another girl back a few years later, I generally warn girlfriends now, with a number of women it's a definite upside in their eyes, but at the time I kept it quiet.

We went into the house and she asked to use the toilet, I had already checked that there was nothing around to cause embarrassment and directed her to the toilet (Old house.. through the kitchen and out back!) when she came out she looked somewhat sheepish.

I fucking freaked out when she told me there was a dripping bottle of lubricant in the bathroom sink. My mum popped it in there with the intention of sorting the damn thing out when she returned home from the party she was doing.

On the upside, when she had received the explanation, she saw the funny side we were fucking like rabbits within a few minutes.
( Muns, Sun 28 Sep 2008, 22:59, 8 replies)

So do tell,
what do lesbians do? No one seems to know.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Sun 28 Sep 2008, 23:19, closed)

Play tennis of course

(Guineapiggy Fuzzeh!, Mon 29 Sep 2008, 5:33, closed)

I prefer
croquet, myself.
(Holloway_Girl To err is to be human, to be a fool is to believe, Mon 29 Sep 2008, 19:26, closed)

Golf.

( Muns, Mon 29 Sep 2008, 23:46, closed)

Well, misconceptions aside
It's all about sexual pleasure. Think about ways you pleasure yourself and assume what it's effectively the way a woman makes another reach climax. You won't be far wrong.

The only difference is that lesbians prefer another woman doing it to them rather than a man.
( Muns, Mon 29 Sep 2008, 23:49, closed)

Well, there's an ice breaker...
"Hi, do you want to come and play with my mum's sex toys?"
( IHaveABadFeelingAboutThis most likely working from home on, Mon 29 Sep 2008, 13:21, closed)

Not necessarily.
It's easy to swing conversations around to upbringing, childhood, and always very interesting to do so too.

I always mention that I grew up in that sort of environment and generally point out that a discount is possible, always before they usually ask. (If they were thinking it, you can ALWAYS tell, if not then you get a good laugh and points on the kudos meter!)
( Muns, Mon 29 Sep 2008, 23:46, closed)

Awesome!
All hail moms who aren't afraid of sex!
(callombard, Thu 2 Oct 2008, 6:02, closed)