10/26/97 - Sex.

     I suppose you've noticed the titles of these
     .plans.  They're all filled with some little
     subtle reference or some rarely-used word.
     Well, let's change that.  We all know what
     sex is (I hope).  Nothing subtle about it.
     Not rarely-used.

     So let us begin, children.  Take out a little
     scrap of paper, write down ANY question about
     sex you'd like to ask, fold it, and pass it
     up to me so I can answer it.

     This actually happened to me, you know.
     Elementary school.  When they divide the boys
     and girls into two groups and send them to
     different areas.  Guys of course go to the
     gym and girls go to the cafeteria.  No joke.

     I remember the male counselor having to
     answer, "Does it feel good?"

     I'm not going to talk about everything about
     sex.  That'll take too long for a .plan.
     Maybe a Soapbox.  Or an essay for the future.
     I could use some experience first.  I want
     to talk about how sex has been defaced and
     dragged through the mud and about how the
     importance is lost.  But not now.

     So back to elementary school.  Who came up
     with this idea?  All the children know
     what's going on, in some cases more so than
     the adults teaching them.  The children
     really don't WANT to talk about it around
     other kids at their age.  This is still the
     age when the separate genders look at each
     other and see natural enemies.

     Imagine a young antelope who's been free from
     danger so far.  He sees a lion.  Natural
     enemy.  Do you get it?  They just know.
     This is not to say antelopes and lions
     eventually change their minds and breed with
     each other, but anyway...

     You have to wonder if the boy-girl sex
     education question-fest is emotionally
     scarring.  Do these things lead people to
     commit horrendous acts?  Even the slightest
     notion of doing anything physical besides
     slapping and pulling and hitting are beyond
     the realms of the minds of children.  Okay?
     It's unthinkable.  You could destroy a
     child that way. ;)

     Anyway, we all walked out in a daze, if I
     remember correctly.  Some kids were thinking,
     "Whoah, this was the coolest day of my life
     in school."  You could see it in their
     faces.  Others had nothing to say.  Even
     talkative ones.

     Just a little story from Ben Turner's
     uneventful childhood.  Kind of makes you
     think about the theory that even perfect
     childhoods can lead to horrifying adults. ;)


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