2008
Why is Sex So Dirty?
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First let me state that I don’t think sex is dirty. Well, unless it’s dirty sex and that’s a whole other venue. While watching television today I took in a KY Lube His&Hers commercial. There was a man and woman in bed talking about having three kids and wanting to hurry up and get the His&Her lube on before their kids got home. The final scene shows them in bed all disheveled and one of the kids yells up to them. Apparently the KY sped up the love making just in time.
This post isn’t about KY, nor is it about how gosh darn fast those heterosexuals can have sex. This post is about posing the question of when and how sex became dirty. Let me give a few examples and then go on to more questions.
When I was ten one of my close friends and I messed around. That Christmas my Grandmother, God rest her stern soul, gave me a diary as a gift. The messing around included him touching my private area above my panties, and me touching his private area above his spandex. Let the use of the word spandex date me as a child of the 90’s! In the journal my ten year old self wrote, “I sort of had sex with Justin last night and it was great.” I’m sure there was more to it, but that is the line that has burned itself into my thirty year old brain.
Needless to say my younger brother found my journal and handed it over to my Mom. I can’t remember much of the conversation, only that I felt really dirty about it and tried my hardest to deny it. The experience didn’t put me off of sex, but it did make me very confused about why something so natural could make me feel like I did something wrong.
The next time this would happen would once again involve my Grandmother. My best friend was over and we were messing around in my bedroom with the door closed. We played games that I would give ridiculous names like “Sexutary.” We didn’t hear my Grandmother come up the stairs and she opened the door when my best friend was on top of me. She was fully clothed, but the position was that of a bad porno. Once again my Mother was informed and I had that dirty feeling.
This feeling would haunt me when I got caught masturbating as well. It was similar to the feeling I would get if I should ever think about my parents having sex. Although I haven’t been in a position that made me feel that way as an adult I can still feel the remnants of it should I chose to remember any of the events that I just described.
So is it just me, or did anyone else grow up feeling dirty about sex? On a broader scale why do so many look upon such a wonderful and natural thing as something wrong, and for lack of another word dirty? Did my Mom’s Mom make her feel dirty about it? Did my Mom not know how to talk to me about it? I suppose these are questions I could ask her, but I don’t dare. The little girl in me is still afraid to bring any of it up to this day.
If I ever have a child I would hope that I can talk to them about sex in an open and caring way. Is there something that happens as a parent where sex becomes taboo and it’s awkward and difficult to talk about with your child?
Despite these early on experiences with sex that may taint others views on the matter I am very open and honest about it as an adult. There are no taboos, and if you ask my now 28 year old brother he’ll say that all I ever talk about is vaginas and penises. I am comfortable with my sexuality and my family is as well. Is it an American thing. Does sex hold the same dark side in other countries as it does here? Is it a religious thing, if so I’m glad I didn’t go to church as a child. I probably would have found some far off corner to masturbate in.
It’s just a questions that I tossed around in my mind for a bit and I’m very interested to see how others feel about the matter.
Thoughts on this are welcome and wanted.




















Oh man — talk about taboo — my mom didn’t learn about sex until my FATHER told her.
Needless to say that and all body parts were off limits.
I’ve never my mother’s private parts… not even on accident.
It’s nuts.
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