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."
Share everything - Uncle B3ta wants to know.
zero points for conception/misconception jokes
( , Thu 25 Sep 2008, 15:54)
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In order to link the adult self with the child
sometimes we make up pieces of information that fit. I have absolutely no idea if this happened or was a strange thought I had as a child which stuck, but....
I remember vividly picking up a postcard off of the mantlepiece when I were but a wee scrap of a thing, and reading that when you are happy it is because the air is having sex with your hand, thus sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. If it was real, I'd like to know what the hell this was supposed to mean as for years afterwards I was scared to touch a mans hand, even my dads, as I thought it could be seen as a 'naughty' place...
I was also completely unaware of my vagina until I was about 11, but noticed the clitoris when I was 10, pressing myself against the art rooms 'top table' of the best artists on which I was placed (now I think it fits well into avant garde performance art, must have been a premonition!). I remember having a feeling akin to wanting to wee, but with an unknown pleasure attached. Which led to me thinking that maybe you have sex up your urethra...
I'm well versed now.
*cherry popped, and never a more apt time*
( , Mon 29 Sep 2008, 16:18, 5 replies)
sometimes we make up pieces of information that fit. I have absolutely no idea if this happened or was a strange thought I had as a child which stuck, but....
I remember vividly picking up a postcard off of the mantlepiece when I were but a wee scrap of a thing, and reading that when you are happy it is because the air is having sex with your hand, thus sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. If it was real, I'd like to know what the hell this was supposed to mean as for years afterwards I was scared to touch a mans hand, even my dads, as I thought it could be seen as a 'naughty' place...
I was also completely unaware of my vagina until I was about 11, but noticed the clitoris when I was 10, pressing myself against the art rooms 'top table' of the best artists on which I was placed (now I think it fits well into avant garde performance art, must have been a premonition!). I remember having a feeling akin to wanting to wee, but with an unknown pleasure attached. Which led to me thinking that maybe you have sex up your urethra...
I'm well versed now.
*cherry popped, and never a more apt time*
( , Mon 29 Sep 2008, 16:18, 5 replies)
congratz on popping your cherry!
sounds like some sort of 'energy' thing..maybe explaining tantra?
( , Mon 29 Sep 2008, 16:42, closed)
sounds like some sort of 'energy' thing..maybe explaining tantra?
( , Mon 29 Sep 2008, 16:42, closed)
Haha
There was a girl in my class at school who did the table thing incessantly for MONTHS. We, her friends, were bemused by it and of course had to try it ourselves. Looking back I'm amazed that nobody told us not to. I know teachers zone out (understandably, we were a class full of fiends from hell) but surely you'd notice half a dozen young teens hanging from their mimsies off table corners?! As a result I was complacent about it, until doing it absent-mindedly in front of my mum one day she said "er... don't do that... please" to which my response was a bewildered "whut? why?"
( , Mon 29 Sep 2008, 19:17, closed)
There was a girl in my class at school who did the table thing incessantly for MONTHS. We, her friends, were bemused by it and of course had to try it ourselves. Looking back I'm amazed that nobody told us not to. I know teachers zone out (understandably, we were a class full of fiends from hell) but surely you'd notice half a dozen young teens hanging from their mimsies off table corners?! As a result I was complacent about it, until doing it absent-mindedly in front of my mum one day she said "er... don't do that... please" to which my response was a bewildered "whut? why?"
( , Mon 29 Sep 2008, 19:17, closed)
Well if you were a teacher
What would YOU say??
Seriously, I'm training to be a teacher, help me!
( , Mon 29 Sep 2008, 23:58, closed)
What would YOU say??
Seriously, I'm training to be a teacher, help me!
( , Mon 29 Sep 2008, 23:58, closed)
Just look them in the eye
And tell them to do it at home.
Hell, they might even learn something
( , Wed 1 Oct 2008, 0:59, closed)
And tell them to do it at home.
Hell, they might even learn something
( , Wed 1 Oct 2008, 0:59, closed)
Oh my...
That last one I used to do! Wow and there's me thinking I was a lonely freak :) -coughs-
Congratulations on the cherry popping!
( , Mon 29 Sep 2008, 19:44, closed)
That last one I used to do! Wow and there's me thinking I was a lonely freak :) -coughs-
Congratulations on the cherry popping!
( , Mon 29 Sep 2008, 19:44, closed)
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