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Sex education - what was yours like?

 
  

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Jackie Susann
02:55 / 27.05.06
I am always curious about people's sex ed experiences - I mean formal ones, in the classroom, although I guess I am curious about behind-the-shelter-shed revelations as well. I've talked about it with lots of people I know, and it turns out I had the best sex education of anyone I know. I think this is fairly depressing, because mine was not really very impressive.

In Victoria, where I grew up, sex ed (beyond basic 'what's happening to me?' stuff) is part of a class year 9s and 10s take called 'Health and Human Relations'. In year 9 we had Ro$$ App13b33, the school's token progressive, down-with-the-kids type - he was the staff liaison for the SRC, the only teacher who was at all supportive during out brief anti-uniforms strike, etc. I assume he was not sticking strictly to the curriculum when he taught us about sex.

Two things stand out for me about these classes. First, he drew up a big diagram of a vagina on the blackboard and, pointing to the clitoris, explained that it would not receive stimulation during intercourse. Therefore us boys would have to provide oral stimulation before penetration. This now seems horribly underwhelming (i.e., it assumes heterosexuality, the missionary position, etc., etc.), but it is radically more explicit than anything anyone else I know was taught in school.

The other bit I remember really well is a values clarification exercise where he asked us all if it was ever okay to have sex with someone you didn't love. Everyone in the class was adamant that this was never, ever okay.* The teacher paused, then patiently explained that some time in our lives many of us would probably have one-night stands and that this was basically okay and not the end of the world. Even though I hated him at the time, I now love him for saying this out loud in a lousy, conservative school in the suburbs.

So, tell me about your sex ed memories!

* - This seems funnier in hindsight cause even though we all really meant this and weren't just saying it because we thought we should, a good chunk of the class must have had not-in-love sex within the previous couple of weeks. I know I had, and I still insisted it was 100% wrong. Later, when I became a crit theory nerd, I always thought this was a perfect example of ideology in action.
 
 
whistler
08:20 / 27.05.06
How bizarre - I was just thinking that I wanted to start a thread about this!

I'm particularly interested because as a volunteer for an sexual health organisation I do some classroom work in high schools from time to time, about avoiding STDs mainly. I've been particularly struck by the difficulty of doing this in that:
1) we don't want to scare people or give the impression that 'sex' is dangerous or risky in itself.
2) we don't want to imply that we're expecting everyone to be sexually active now or in the future (or in the same ways as each other).
3) typically we only have a one-hour lesson (although there's likely to be more input than this from most schools and all the classes I've encountered already notionally know about the biological 'facts of life').
4) there's all sorts of technical-verging-on-medical information that needs to be communicated in this time - and then there are, in my opinion, the really important things; where more information can be obtained, and time to think about attitudes and perceptions for example about who is at risk.

As for my own experiences, some nurses from the local GUM clinic came in and did a slide-show lasting about an hour. There were various terrifyingly explicit pictures of 'what happens if someone has [insert venereal disease here] and doesn't get treatment for years'. It was hideous - no context was given, and as I remember there was very little about prevention. The fact of our sexuality wasn't really respected or even acknowledged. In fact, it came across as a bit of an attack on sexuality in general.

I really hope that the education that I participate in is more respectful and constructive than that - I would like to help people to be able to make decisions constructively and on their own terms (and, y'know, avoid catching syphilis while they're about it) but in a risk society (which I think we are although I'm perfectly aware this is potentially an entirely 'nother thread) I'm aware that any talk about sexual health can become
"Oooh, sex. That's dangerous. I wouldn't, if I were you..."

So much else I could add. I'd be so interested to hear from others though, so I'll stop for a while.
 
 
Dody
08:57 / 27.05.06
God, my sex ed was utterly utterly terrifying. I was at primary school in the late 80s/early 90s in the middle of Manchester and we were just all basically told that if we ever had sex with anyone, ever, we would immediately die of AIDs. No escape. You can get AIDs if you only have sex once. You can get AIDs even if he pulls out. AIDs AIDs AIDs. God, I'm still completely petrified actually.

We sat through endless videos telling us that you couldn't get AIDs from toilet seats or toothbrushes or sharing cans of coke, only from sex, which left most of us with the impression that that was the purpose of sex, which was pretty depressing actually.

On the up side, the teachers were very positive about different sexualities. It wasn't assumed that all the children were straight, nor was this information, that people are different, presented in a sort of "reds under the bed" stylee. (A friend of mine was in a class where the teacher very seriously explained that a certain proportion of any population were gay, and that meant there were some in this room)

What else. Hm. The emphasis was very much on sexual health. There was no mention of sexual pleasure whatsoever, which I guess fit in with the plan of making sure nobody ever had sex. The main video we had was called Some of Your Bits Aint Nice, and just went on about washing properly and avoiding fungus.

Then there was a drought really, until Year 8 where we watched the fabled Pregancy Video, which is a fairly graphic video of this woman having a baby and pooing on it; that was presented without editorial comment, and only to the girls - we were just herded into a small room one afternoon, shown the video, and let out again.

I suspect there was some further instruction for older years but I sort of dropped out of school around then so I couldn't tell you.
 
 
Jack Vincennes
10:06 / 27.05.06
Dody: There was no mention of sexual pleasure whatsoever, which I guess fit in with the plan of making sure nobody ever had sex. The main video we had was called Some of Your Bits Aint Nice, and just went on about washing properly and avoiding fungus.

I watched that one as well! It was about a boy trying to kiss a girl and she kept making him wash various body parts before he could even hold her hand. Was there anything about the girl having to wash? I don't remember it, if so. Maybe that was the foot washing section.

Our main series of videos were Living And Growing, a series of about ten videos. The first one went through the whole "boys and girls are different" concept and they built on that to have a bit about a baby being born in the eighth. The last two were about 'issues', there was a sentence about it being okay if you were gay in one of those. The 'highlight' was episode four, though, it was called 'Making Love' and had a cartoon couple having sex in the missionary position. The narrator said something deadpan like it's quite nice. This was in the last year of primary school, so we were all about 11/12, but we saw them again about two years later in high school (presumably in case we missed something good the first time round)

After the videos in primary school, we also had discussion groups with one or other of the teachers. I remember one boy (I am sorry, I might have told this story before on Barbelith) obviously had something he wanted to talk about (we'd just watched the vid on male anatomy) and he put up his hand and started with, "Miss, my brother's in the Navy...". The teacher interrupted "OK David, that's great it's time to go back to our classrooms now!". I don't know what he wanted to ask, or even what she was afraid he wanted to ask, but I will always remember the look of panic that flashed across her face.
 
 
ibis the being
12:59 / 27.05.06
We had short sex ed sessions in 6th grade (11 yrs old) and then we had Health class in - I think it was 12th grade? (17 yrs old) (Wow, a little late for that, eh?)

The first sex ed classes were not so much about sex and more about puberty. They separated the boys and girls and talked about the changes our bodies were going through - the girls had the school nurse for a teacher and the boys had the vice principal. All I really remember is that the nurse showed us how a tampon worked by holding it under the faucet. The highlight of the boys' class, from what they told us, was a video explaining nocturnal emissions.

The Health class - I can hardly believe they waited til we were seniors in high school but IIRC that when it was. We had a female gym teacher as a teacher - she was pretty cool, I happened to hate her for other reasons, but as a health teacher she had that frank, sometimes jokey, umembarrassed manner that I think is pretty appropriate.

The class focused mainly on STDs as I remember it. There was no concerted effort to scare, it was all factually accurate information, but unfortunately it dominated the class and definitely freaked me out a bit. There was not, perhaps, as much "this is treatable so just go to the doctor" advice - it was more "just don't catch it." When we weren't talking about STDs we were talking about birth control or barriers. There was no discussion of sexuality per se or sexual identity that I can recall.... There also wasn't all that much on reproduction or pregnancy, because our teacher happened to be totally against and a little freaked out by having kids, so she didn't want to talk about that much. There was one day where we split up by male/female and were supposed to ask any questions we didn't want to ask in front of the opposite sex.

We also had an assembly where we had an AIDS activist come in and talk to us about HIV, AIDS, and show us how to use a condom by rolling it onto a cucumber (Gods sake, we were 17!) They also had a guy who had AIDS (had for about a decade) come in and talk to us about what it was like to live with AIDS.
 
 
illmatic
13:12 / 27.05.06
I can't really remember my formal sex education though I must've had some, I guess. What does stand out in my memory is where I first learnt about sex, from a big Osbourne (Brit childrens book publisher) book we had in class. I think it was about general biology but I'm not sure. Some bright spark had decided that children would be terrified of realistic looking human bodies, and the only soloution was to represent male and female genitalia as trains. Te penis was a weird cartoon steam train which was on one set of tracks which "pulled into" the vagina which was another train. One was blue and one was red, I think. This head on collision didn't result in terrible casualites, but babies.
What the fuck was that about? I remember it kind of making sense but still being confused. And obviously, I was baffled for years as to why my penis didn't look like a train and have steam coming out of a little chimmey at the front. Damn, that was strange.
 
 
Princess
13:30 / 27.05.06
We had the baby/poo video. All the boys and all the girls saw it. We were all laughing. I think at 10 it was just too alien to really approach.
Before the tape the nurse took us into a room and explained that the technical terms where "penis" and "vagina", and then asked us to list any other names we had for bodyparts. So we had "willy", "sharpener", "pencil", "knob", al those. Halfway throug I pipd up and went "schnozz", and the nurse said, "ooh, I haven't heard that one before, what does it mean?" to which I replied, quite innocently "It's your nose miss". Much laughter ensued, I was embarrassed, and did not talk about the burgeoning sexual feeling in my nose ever again.

Well, it's half true anyway.

One of the major learning experiences happened when I was about 10/11. Me and my girlfriend of the time went up to the hilariously named "Slag Heap" climbed into a bush, took off al our clothes and touched stood about 3 metres awy from each other. We were intending to have sex, but when it came too it we both found excuses not too. I'm not exactly sure what I learned, but it was significant for quite a few of my formative years.


Also, at 18 we had a lecture about AIDs. It was just pictures of Freddy Mercury while the teacher told us how sexual immorality had spread HIV. Freddy Mercury was held as a prime example. I had been bumming for the past three years so I politely stood up, and walked out.
 
 
Jackie Susann
13:44 / 27.05.06
Wait, what the fuck do you mean they showed you a video of a woman giving birth and then pooing on the baby!?!
 
 
Triplets
14:02 / 27.05.06
Pedoscatophilia on the curriculum? Transgressive.
 
 
Jackie Susann
14:20 / 27.05.06
Seriously, am I reading that wrong? It's freaking the fuck out of me.
 
 
Lama glama
14:24 / 27.05.06
I remember my only formal sexual education experience being with a deathly serious home-economics teacher at about age 12/13. Both boys and girls were in the class, although I think that the girls did get the pedoscatophilia video additionally.
As a preface to the lesson, the teacher stated that if anybody laughed, or even smirked during the entire thing they'd be thrown out of the class and would have to explain to the principal what they found so funny about sex. This, obviously, did nothing to lighten the mood or make anybody want to even remotely participate in the entire thing.

It was a pretty standard, heterocentric discussion about babies and condoms and menstruation, and to be honest, most of us had already heard the stuff at home, or read it or whatever.

I do remember though, that the teacher's son was in my class during that year, so he had the pleasure of hearing his mother talk about sex (in here trademark monotone voice) to a class of 30 or so teen-agers. He went a funny red colour and didn't talk to anyone for a few hours after.

Pretty abysmal stuff.
 
 
Dody
14:37 / 27.05.06
Jackie Susann: what the fuck do you mean they showed you a video of a woman giving birth and then pooing on the baby!?!

I don't know, mate. That's what I remember. It was brown and sloppy and it went everywhere. It was probably some other sort of excretion... it looked like she pooed on it to me! It was pretty grim.

Look upthread, it seems anyone who's seen the video calls it the baby poo film.
 
 
ibis the being
14:58 / 27.05.06
Wait, what the fuck do you mean they showed you a video of a woman giving birth and then pooing on the baby!?!

It's common for women to defecate during childbirth, not something they can really help. Back to sex ed for you kids!
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
16:46 / 27.05.06
Well, quite. Women don't have a special secret set of baby-shoving muscles tucked away in their abdomens that only spring into life during the act of childbirth. It's just the same ones you use for taking a dump, only, y'know, moreso.
 
 
P. Horus Rhacoid
16:58 / 27.05.06
Er... right. I can remember two distinct sex-ed classes that I had (I'm from the states). The first was in third grade, when I was... wow, must have been 8 then. I have only hazy memories of this- I imagine it focused mostly on puberty but I recall a distinct 'sex is awesome' vibe. No mention of STDs that I can remember but, again, hazy.

Next time, I think, was 9th grade, in a class devoted to health in general. The thrust here was much more practical: birth control, STD prevention. I think they did show the semi-legendary video in that class but if they did, I was absent at the time. The teacher was fantastic- jokey but not in a way that made you think he wasn't taking it seriously, and very easy to approach. I don't remember sex being particularly stigmatized- I remember him explaining physiologically why sex feels good, and the general sense I got from it was 'this is fine if you want to do it, but be careful.' For some reason I also remember him explaining that sperm carried along 'slick 50, the picnic basket, and a raincoat.' I also remember a few years later I was working on a painting in the hall outside his classroom and heard someone guest lecturing the class about flavors of condoms. Oh yeah, and when they were kids, the teacher's little brother got his head stuck in a dog food dish. I choose odd things to remember.
 
 
Lenore of Babalon
18:06 / 27.05.06
Wow. I'd wondered how pre- and post-AIDS sex education differed - it actually came peripherally up in a conversation I had just last Thursday about generational differences in school experiences.

When my family moved back to the states, we ended up in a tiny North Texas one-horse town (think The Last Picture Show and Friday Night Lights as reality TV. Seriously) and I can't even imagine the thought of primary school sex ed there and then. People there just didn't "have sex". It was something "them dam' hippies" did, if it was discussed at all. Instead, people "had kids". I think when we were younger most of us thought this meant it was like "having measles" or something - something everybody had to do once, but only once and then you were immune.

We were given some inkling in middle-school science classes that boys and girls were "different". In high school we finally got what passed for sex ed. "Health class" was a an entire year of basic health/hygiene in which we had a brief section on sexual education which consisted almost completely of illustrations of male/female biological cross-sections and vague descriptions along the lines of "tab A is inserted in slot B", etc. Interestingly, almost all health classes were taught by gym coaches, which I've speculated was to instill the threat of major corporal punishment in any "jokers" - meaning people who asked difficult questions as well as the class clowns. We briefly covered the horrors of VD, (as STD's were then more euphemistically called), and that was about it. What strikes me from reading these responses is that we had absolutely no mention of "safe sex" whether for contraceptive or disease preventative purposes. The concept just wasn't there.

Now, many of us had younger siblings, not so mention that this was a small rural town where ranching, animal husbandry, etc was the normal way of life, so everyone basically knew the mechanics of sex, biologically, but there was really no contextual information in any of those classes at all. So when I finally was introduced to it soon after graduation, my reaction to it was probably similar to that of Leary and Alpert upon taking lysergic - I was on a MISSION. That was 1980 - the end of the pre-AIDS era.

So what I'm reflective about is how that rather ludicrous "sexual education" may or may not have affected me personally. I consider myself a fairly intelligent person, but it took at least a decade to finally get the idea that there was really such a thing as "unsafe sex". Back then, AIDS was labeled in the media as "the Gay Plague", which affectively defined it as something that only affected homesexuals, and specifically gay men. It wasn't until I started working in a medical lab in the later 80s that I started to learn what seemed to be totally (and in my opinion, near-criminally) lacking in my education so far. (Whole 'nother discussion on the role of media in public health education)

In retrospect, I'm really starting to really appreciate how very limiting and potentially dangerous the puritan outlook on sex ed that pervaded my school days was. I actually remember the main argument against being that it promoted promiscuity and/or "sinful behavior", but I think my rather extremely liberal attitudes regarding sex were ingrained sometime before being faced with the horrors of sexuality in my later teens in high school.
 
 
*
21:59 / 27.05.06
So when I was in fifth grade they did a little health education class. The books had the last chapter torn out of them. My father had written the curriculum. I got the book with the last chapter in it from him. My friends paid me candy to get a look, something I heavily resisted at first but eventually caved to. They were all pretty disappointed. It wasn't worth the stigma of being labeled "the kid whose dad wrote the sex book" (which he hadn't; just the curriculum).
 
 
■
23:12 / 27.05.06
We had a very wierd reason for our first formal sex education class. When we were being read The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe by the headmaster (it was a VERY small primary school) there was a bit where Aslan jumps on the Witch. At that point my friend giggled and we all joined in because we knew he was about to say something very rude next. The teacher, a little freaked, pre-empted him by asking in that embarrassing and commanding way what was so funny. So my nine-year old mate says, now a little ashamed "he's doing it to her, sir."
Cue a half-hour explanation of why Aslan, being a symbol for all that was good would not want to make love to the Witch (no mention of animal/witch incompatibility, now I think about it), especially because they were in the middle of a fight. The next day the infants' teacher, who was then heavily pregnant (and unmarried, as I recall), sat everyone down and explained the facts of life, using herself as an example.
And I fucking missed it, as I had tonsilitis or something. Which was OK, because my thoroughly liberal parents had discreetly left various Usborne books around the house almost as soon as I knew how to read.
The next day's rounds of kiss-chase had an added frisson of terror, as I recall.
There was also the confusing episode where the head, who lived next to Greenham Common, broke off from reading a Roald Dahl book to rant about how filthy lesbians were for doing it - and leaving vibrators - in his garden. It took a while for me after that to disabuse myself of the notion that women had to hide in bushes to get mutual sexual pleasure.
Then in secondary school, in science, at about age 11 we did a bit on the menstrual cycle, which I found very embarrassing.
A few years later there was another special lesson which, because I was lazy and never remembered to give my parents forms they were supposed to sign, I had to sit out in the corridor with the Jehovah's Witness kid. I learned a lot about Abba that day.
I was told later that the boys' talk had been given by one of the least popular teachers in the school and involved the legendary banana and condom routine and a video of some sort. The girls came out of theirs looking queasy.
Then, around 5th year, we had the video that showed a fallopian tube trying to grab an egg shortly followed by a birth, placenta and all and the most popular girl in the class fainted.
That's it. Which probably explains why every boy in our school (me included) was surprised at about 17 to find that what they were looking for - when they finally did get a chance to do some exploration - wasn't at the front. We quickly remedied the poor education with recourse to copies of Backstreet Heroes and Men Only found in the woods. Not the best resources, but better than what we had had so far.
I wonder if girls' classes ever said: "The first few times you try this, boys will painfully rub the front of your pubic area for about 20 minutes looking utterly mystified."
Anyway, I sometimes wonder if my almost total accidental lack of formal sexual education helped me avoid any kind of ideology that others may have picked up.
 
 
Tryphena Absent
23:42 / 27.05.06
All I remember is my CDT teacher (that would be woodwork etc.) threatening to teach us to put condoms on bananas in social education and my relief that we didn't have to. Everyone else thought this sounded like fun, I knew I'd spend the whole lesson blushing for no good reason.

We had gential anatomy lessons but I tended to switch off because I already knew that stuff. All of the girls got pulled out of PE for a lesson on menstruation and STDs, I went green while the symptoms of all the different diseases you could contract were being read to us and was asked if I was okay in front of my entire year group.
 
 
Jackie Susann
02:40 / 28.05.06
I wonder if girls' classes ever said: "The first few times you try this, boys will painfully rub the front of your pubic area for about 20 minutes looking utterly mystified."

When I was 11 I watched a video version of 'What's happening to me?' which explained female masturbation as involving 'rubbing the top of her crotch until she experiences a very pleasant sensation' (I paraphrase from memory) and then added that 'boys do something similar'. (To clarify, if you don't know, I'm a guy.) I spent a few weeks furiously rubbing the spot where my pubic hair was coming in, which would give me a boner but certainly not produce the desired effect. I eventually figured it out in true Virgo style, by logically deducing that if intercourse produced orgasm, I could probably produce an orgasm by simulating a vagina with my hand. And it worked!
 
 
Withiel: DALI'S ROTTWEILER
10:22 / 28.05.06
Being a feelthy student, my sex ed lessons (at a single-sex school) were rather more recent, and focussed* entirely on methods of contraception. Specifically, the very intimate details of coils, IUDs, &c. Which I never quite understood, because while I can see why a young man might want to be aware of these things, I'm not entirely sure what practical use the knowledge would be "in the field", as it were. Condoms mentioned briefly, with no practical demonstration, and much time was spent poring over charts with efficiency percentages for various different methods of contraception, which left me at least with the depressing feeling that this "sex" business probably involved an awful lot of complicated wiggly rubber thingies that looked like they belonged in the Mos Eisley Cantina, and a calculator. I don't recall any mention of non-het-pen sex for the purpose of reproduction, although I do swear that some teacher or other did actually give the speech about the statistical likelihood of people being gay meaning that some of YOU were probably, you know, that way. I also remember a very short passage in the Biology textbook that said something along the lines of "You may experience some sexual feelings for people of the same sex. This is just because you are confused, and they will go away when you grow up properly"... Actually, now I think about it, this makes me very angry. In that the curricular** complete marginalisation of anything but het.pen.sex and insistence on straight/gay boundaries lead to my leading a deeply miserable and frightened few years before I more or less worked it all out. Gah.

Hrm. Agendas behind sex education or simple embarrassment/ignorance on the part of teachers? I personally reckon both, but I'm paranoid. And cross.




*is this right? It doesn't look right, but neither does "focused"

**This may have been particular to my school, which tended to ignore the curriculum when it suited.
 
 
Princess
10:43 / 28.05.06
Much sympathy Withiel. I remember, when I was about eight, reading something in the pages of Bella or Woman's Own or somesuch, that most boys go through a period of homo-erotic attraction and mother's where not to be concerned. I think my mother read the same article. I spent the time between eight (I was a gayer at eight, I wanted to have sex with East 17) and 12 thinking that it was just a phase. When I hit 15 and my mother found an erotic fantasy I'd written (you can not believe how very traumatic that is) she kept telling me it was a phase. Later she told me there was no such thing as bisexual. I believe Bella may be responsible for that too.
 
 
Triplets
11:10 / 28.05.06
my mother found an erotic fantasy I'd written

Was it about sexy pirates?

An Arrrggy?
 
 
Nobody's girl
11:27 / 28.05.06
Realising at age 9 that the library had a large selection of salacious sex ed. books and leaflets, any sex education I did have at school was rather overshadowed by my own early and exhaustive research. I do remember judging school sex ed classes to be rather tame comparitively. Despite this early fascination and encyclopedic knowledge it did take me until I was 14 to figure out that I was sexually attracted to women, I remember feeling very foolish when it finally dawned on me.
 
 
Slate
12:43 / 28.05.06
I kinda grew up on a farm and always asked my grandaddy why the Bull/Ram/Rooster was being so mean to the lady Cow/Sheep/Chicken. He explained it all had to do with money. He needed the man animal to make baby animals, the logistics were explained by way of wheat, the bees came into context there yes, but for the most part, money was the driving factor. We had pigs, chooks, cows, sheep and wheat.

I remember asking my mum if cunt was a bad word cause my grandad used it all the time. I thought it referred to the fittest and healthiest one of the species doing the breeding, "look at that cunt go for it" he used to say. So I thought at a young age that this was the 'alpha' doing good work for everyone in bringing more good babies to the rest of the flock, meaning more money. It wasn't until I tried to apply this concept to human breeding that I fell flat on my face... I knew the logistics, the processes still have me confused to this day...
 
 
Shrug
12:54 / 28.05.06
Oh god, my sex education probably consisted solely of reading a Judy Blume book, being brought on a visit to a stud farm by my father, being told bisexuals would never be happy by my civics teacher and for biology watching some Predator-esque video of a guy getting a boner (with areas of heat showing up red, while the rest was green).
I learned the rest on the street, man. Yeah! Well, through friends and what not.
 
 
alas
13:00 / 28.05.06
The school stuff was pretty much what's been described here as amongst the most minimal--it was the late 70s early 80s, so pre-AIDS, basically, and almost no mention of "venereal diseases" as they were still mostly then called (well, in the Midwest). So I got most of my sex ed done in several other places

1) as a child (5-7?) with my cousin (we were both girls) we would play "date." Naked. In bed.

2) a slumber party when I was about 10 I found out about the whole "a boy has to stick his penis inside a girl to make a baby" and having all those predictably freaked out thoughts: "so my parents did this disgusting thing? my GRANDPARENTS did it? At least 5 times???",

3) a copy of the horrible horrible horrible book "Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex" which someone had clearly given my mother as a joke gift, hidden right where I'd be sure to find it, in her top drawer under all her scarves and her old jewelry box. I'd hide in a closet and read it.

4) reading women's magazines (maybe Seventeen, too?) and finding out that "it's normal for many girls to have fantasies about other girls but probably just a phase" (with the implicit "if you're NORMAL and not one of those sad perverts..."). Which was certainly a mixed message, at best, and at the time even I remember thinking "but what if you don't grow out of it?," but at the same time, given that everywhere else in my life it was pretty much just not talked about, at least it recognized that fantasy itself existed and wasn't bad (which was helpful, especially given source #5, below), and that same-sex fantasy has its place, needn't be repressed.

The weirdest one, however, was: 5) Church. Am I the only one who endured sex-talks in youth groups at church? I was probably 15? 16? 17? somewhere in there. We had a book that we were assigned to read, and it described the different levels of sexual activity and intimacy one might engage in--solo masturbation and private fantasy, hand holding, light kissing, open-mouth kissing, "light petting" and "heavy petting" (those terms I particularly recall because I don't know if I'd ever heard it called that, and they always still brings a kind of slobbery dog to my mind...), oral sex, and, the pinnacle as always het.pen.sex.

I remember that part of the agenda, perhaps a biggish part of it, was definitely to get us to "save ourselves for marriage" but there was a lot of gray area--what about all that light and heavy petting (and all those dogs who keep nosing their way into the mix)? What about the oral sex we were all having and not thinking of as sex, really, I mean...if it's not het.pen., it's not really...?

The thing that sticks with me about that is that, in the end, it wasn't that horrible--which I know, sounds really weird. Yes, there was a moralistic and way strongly heteronormative edge to it, but also (and I think it was led by a "youth leader," not the pastor), as I remember it, it actually amounted to kind of a "think about this and realize that it's a kind of moral/ethical territory." It did at least take us seriously as human beings, making choices about issues that matter, and it at least acknowledged that all this stuff is pleasureable. Which I don't think anything at school ever did.

Maybe it was also because, for me, it was a real, 100-page book, and that's always worked for me (probably really didn't work for some kids) as a way of encountering ideas and sorting them--so much better than the "talks" with some generally fidgety, uncomfortable, embarrassed or downright terrified adult trying to act like this educational topic wasn't weird for all us, in that context.
 
 
Princess
15:18 / 28.05.06
Worse, it was about a schoolfriend. Meaning I couldn't even complain about it to my peers.
Luckily, as a result of that, I have now learnt a squirrel like ability to hide things my mother doesn't need to see.
 
 
Disco is My Class War
15:31 / 28.05.06
het.pen.sex

That's Barbequotable. It reminds me of tawdry sex newsgroup titles like alt.sex.bondage. (Sorry to anyone who's an ASB fan, I just always avoided it cuz it sounded so tacky.)

finding out that "it's normal for many girls to have fantasies about other girls but probably just a phase" (with the implicit "if you're NORMAL and not one of those sad perverts...").

I read about this in Cosmopolitan, decided I was like that, and actually "grew out of it." At least I was convinced that I had done so. A lot of lesbian friends of mine did the same thing: had relationships with girls when they were 14-15, decided it was a 'phase' and realised later that it wasn't a phase at all.

When I was 8 I read some Judy Blume book (Deenie?)that mentioned a sex ed class in which girls were told to put a telephone book on a boy's lap before sitting in it. I asked my mum why this might be. I was all like, "But the telephone book would be slippery and you'd fall off." She professed to have no idea why anyone would do that. On the other hand, she told me how sex worked when I was two years old. I was the one who got to tell everyone else at school.

We had a Health and Human Relations subject too, in Year Nine. It was pretty basic, mentioned homo crushes as just a phase, a lot of needless information about varieties of contraception (differently shaped IUDs, anyone?). The biggest class "activity" was to put condoms on bananas, all of us with our own condom and our own banana. We were also asked, "Would you have sexual intercourse with someone you didn't love?" as a class exercise, with the same results. Pretty much everyone said they would never ever. Which is very weird. But then, I'm not sure that most people in my class who were sexually active thought of what they did as 'sexual intercourse', either.

IUDs. Does anyone actually use them? I don't know anyone who has, ever.
 
 
Jack Fear
16:00 / 28.05.06
Mrs. Fear is a women's health professional, and she assures me that IUDs are indeed pretty widely used. I remain uncertain whether having a metal thingumajig jammed into one's womb is, on the whole, a better or worse deal than purposely throwing one's hormones all out of whack. Either option sounds like kind of a raw deal, if you ask me.

My own sex education began as soon as I could read, with a series of age-appropriate books (meaning each book in the series was pitched at a successively older age group) that my parents had bought, presumably so they wouldn't actually have to, y'know, talk to us about this stuff, and continues to this day.
 
 
grant
17:04 / 28.05.06
I have a couple friends who swear by their IUDs. Got a bad rap in the pre-AIDS 80s, but still out there. Some of them are plastic nowadays.

I have no recollection of where I first learned how sex works, but I know I got lots of "advice" on "technique" from cheap science fiction novels. I can't remember a time not knowing what went where and why.
 
 
*
17:32 / 28.05.06
Formerly there were IUDs which were made of metal, and pointy, and often made of alloys which were to varying degrees bioreactive. Now they are generally made of plastic or non-bioreactive metal alloys, and they have discovered how to make them less likely to puncture the uterus. This is a good thing, no doubt, but I remain unnerved by the idea.
 
 
Baz Auckland
01:31 / 29.05.06
I went to a Catholic Elementary School, which had 2 hours of sex-ed spread over 3 years. (At least that's what I remember) First was a slide show about how God Says You're Special. Afterwards we were all given pamphlets about puberty and what it means. Oddly enough, most of us were given the ones about girls, instead of boys getting the boys ones and vice versa.

2 years later in grade 8 we had a talk about AIDS. The teacher had the 'no laughing' rule, which I broke and got thrown out. In my defence, laughing when you're 13 because a classmate yells out "I heard someone did it with a monkey!" is a perfectly normal reaction and doesn't warrant having to sit in the hallway.
 
 
Mister Saturn
00:47 / 05.06.06

Coincidence: I was just talking about Sex Education to my housemate the other day - we both come from the same school; a United Church Private Girls School.

Looking back, it seems that Primary Schools, or ones that aren't based on religion, are the ones who provide the best sex education.

Sex education came late, for fifteen-year old ladies in Year 9, and by the time, I had found one boy's collection of porno magazines, watched Degrassi High and all sorts of soaps, and the virginal internet was having its cherries popped, so imagine my amazement when I looked for Batman comics, and turned up thousands of porn links.

Sex education was taught by this terrible sour woman who wore pale blue stockings; I called her Dead Legs (har har). Sex education was... very scientific. We learnt a lot more about zygotes and hormones than the actual act. Then they started, rather grudingly, to show us videos of young girls getting knocked up or getting diseases and walking around whinging about what to do with their STD/baby. Then one day, it was contrapactives. Mrs Dead Legs put a condom on a banana, and walked around for the girls to touch. How very droll.

There was a test actually; and I scored the lowest out of everybody, and so did my best friend then, because she was copying my answers. She and I actually had to sit behind for a 'talk' with Mrs Dead Legs... and my impression was that she thought that we both were still uneducated, (read: most likely to get knocked up before Year 12) and gave us both several outdated books/videos to "catch up on".

If the test was about actual sex, such as, "What is a 69?", or, "What do you do when a guy pushes you for sex?" not, "What is a zygote?", "Explain the effects of the Pill", my friend and I would have been at the top of the class.

But as I discussed with my housemate; we both agree, that we cannot depend upon the school system's sex education - every school has different methods; some good, some bad - and most parents have no say in the matter (except to send a letter asking them to exclude their children from the evils of Sex Education).

On a personal note, I think parents should take up the responsiblity of ensuring that their children has it in their thick skulls a proper sex education, and why not have a bit of fun making them embarrassed as hell listening to their parents explain the birds and bees?
 
 
Triplets
01:25 / 05.06.06
Here, here!

I remember my mum's own reaction when, embarassed as hell, I asked her to sign my Sex Ed permission slip in Year 4.

"But, why do you want to know?"

At the time because all my mates were going to. Looking back now, not the best parenting in the world there, mum. Not sure what my dad's reaction was, he probably wasn't bothered.

All I can remember about the actual Ed is two scenes from the video we watched. One, a bloke and a woman walking round the house starkers. And then something about the actual act of doin' it as performed by story book drawings to an ambient soundtrack. Nervous giggling at all points, of course.

Funnily, I don't remember what Sexed we had in high school; vague recollections of the infamous condom practical.
 
  

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