Procrastination

I've been thinking a lot about what I was and wasn't allowed to watch/read/about as a child; child protection and all. I've come to the conclusion that I'm pretty much the absolute opposite of those kids whose parents don't let them know anything about sex until they're 21.

Now, on some ways this was great; most of all the whole sex-ed thing. By about 5 I knew more about the mechanics of sex than some teenagers. Man has thing, woman has hole, they fit together and it's fun for some incomprehensible reason and sometimes babies come out. If you don't want babies you take a pill or wear a rubber thing over the thing. I still like thinking of the colourful cartoons and books they found.
Ironiclally this makes me pretty much the poster girl for the anti-abstinence only movement. I have a ton of sex ed at a very early age and I decided I didn't want to have sex. LOL.
This also translated into being pretty comfy in my own body, with my mother telling me a lot "Don't be ashamed of your body, it's a good body. Don't be ashamed of masturbating (this at age 6) it's a way of learning about your body and being comfortable with it."
The result was I ran around naked a lot as a kid. Never saw the problem with it and it makes for some pretty funny family photos that my parents could be tried as paedophiles for taking.
Still took me until I started reading slash fic to learn what a blow job was tho.

Unfortunately, there were some drawbacks. Such as, until I was comparitively pretty old (early teens) I used to be terrified that when I died I would come back... AS A MUSLIM.
I don't know how I managed to come across that information on the genital mutilation some Islamic sects inflict, the one where they cut off the clitoris and stitch up the vagina, but it gave me nightmares for ages and I was terrified that I would reincarnate as a woman in those sects (my parents having chickened out of the more honest 'you just die' answer and giving me a nice fairy tale instead when I asked what happens after you die).
Parents. You do not tell your four year old daughter about genital mutilation. Just fucking don't.

Also, when I was pretty young, I wasn't bothered by maggots. We used to walk past the fishermen by the Thames and I'd look int he little plastic pots and see the maggots all wriggling around and they never bothered me.
Until my parents let me watch the program about the Bot fly.
Just. Don't.
I still can't go near the things.

So yeah, free and easy with information is good in some ways, bad in others. Be careful your kid doesn't traumatise themselves.

I guess I'm going to have to start working again. Damn. I've been putting off and putting off, mostly aided by a great deal of Terminator slash fic. It took me ages to track down a community, but I did it! What is it with me and apocaliptic gay porn?

The holidays cannot come fast enough, I swear.

Procrastination

I've been thinking a lot about what I was and wasn't allowed to watch/read/about as a child; child protection and all. I've come to the conclusion that I'm pretty much the absolute opposite of those kids whose parents don't let them know anything about sex until they're 21.

Now, on some ways this was great; most of all the whole sex-ed thing. By about 5 I knew more about the mechanics of sex than some teenagers. Man has thing, woman has hole, they fit together and it's fun for some incomprehensible reason and sometimes babies come out. If you don't want babies you take a pill or wear a rubber thing over the thing. I still like thinking of the colourful cartoons and books they found.
Ironiclally this makes me pretty much the poster girl for the anti-abstinence only movement. I have a ton of sex ed at a very early age and I decided I didn't want to have sex. LOL.
This also translated into being pretty comfy in my own body, with my mother telling me a lot "Don't be ashamed of your body, it's a good body. Don't be ashamed of masturbating (this at age 6) it's a way of learning about your body and being comfortable with it."
The result was I ran around naked a lot as a kid. Never saw the problem with it and it makes for some pretty funny family photos that my parents could be tried as paedophiles for taking.
Still took me until I started reading slash fic to learn what a blow job was tho.

Unfortunately, there were some drawbacks. Such as, until I was comparitively pretty old (early teens) I used to be terrified that when I died I would come back... AS A MUSLIM.
I don't know how I managed to come across that information on the genital mutilation some Islamic sects inflict, the one where they cut off the clitoris and stitch up the vagina, but it gave me nightmares for ages and I was terrified that I would reincarnate as a woman in those sects (my parents having chickened out of the more honest 'you just die' answer and giving me a nice fairy tale instead when I asked what happens after you die).
Parents. You do not tell your four year old daughter about genital mutilation. Just fucking don't.

Also, when I was pretty young, I wasn't bothered by maggots. We used to walk past the fishermen by the Thames and I'd look int he little plastic pots and see the maggots all wriggling around and they never bothered me.
Until my parents let me watch the program about the Bot fly.
Just. Don't.
I still can't go near the things.

So yeah, free and easy with information is good in some ways, bad in others. Be careful your kid doesn't traumatise themselves.

I guess I'm going to have to start working again. Damn. I've been putting off and putting off, mostly aided by a great deal of Terminator slash fic. It took me ages to track down a community, but I did it! What is it with me and apocaliptic gay porn?

The holidays cannot come fast enough, I swear.