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If I had to choose one or the other, written "erotica" would come out way ahead of visual porn.

I'm extremely (though non-judgmentally) straight.

Me too, especially if it were read alloud to me by a hot woman with a French or Porteguese accent...
:D

I never found a parental porn stash. I did find "The Joy of Sex" which I am now sure was left on a shelf for me to find (and steal and hide in my bedroom and show at slumber parties). My parents were very open about sex and I was never told it was a dirty thing. I watched a lot of Skinemax...because my dad watched it openly. It didn't embarrass me too much. I thought it was normal. Only when I started sneaking out of bed to watch it when everyone else was asleep did I start getting weirded out by my dad's openness. We had that and scrambled porn - that was it.

My friends had magazines but they freaked me out, with their glossy boldness and personal portablility. You didn't have to risk being caught in the living room at 2am to have those. I never owned one.

I think it was a good balance of being taught sex was ok and normal and yet not having too much early access. I ended up a rather chaste girl, especially for someone who was teaching her first grade classmates to say "sex" and not spell it.

All that gets unleashed these days, instead of in teen exploits, and I'd say that's a good thing.

I would say unequivocally that my attitudes towards sex were greatly affected when I first found porn online. I suppose if I had access to the magazines and movies others had at younger ages then it wouldn't have been as big a deal.

I once read a theory that one major reasons relationships don't seem to last as long is that people are pickier. Ages ago the only people you saw were those in your tribe/town and you didn't expect everyone to look like (insert movie/porn star here). There are lots of fish in the sea, and the sea is now global.

I think the same is true for sex. If you had never seen or heard of plushie porn, how would you have ever considered it? I'm sure some people have odd fetishes on their own but I am sure this is exacerbated by the prevalence of odd fetish sites. I believe that there are lot of things I'm into that I would never have even considered if I had not had access to "information" on them.

That said, because of my aformentioned open family, I know I'm more apt to say "let's give that a try" instead of "eewww."

I'm fairly convinced that neither of my parents has ever looked at porn. (Well, maybe my dad when he was a teen.) Nor did they ever have any sex books. I'm still perplexed at how two people that loathed each other so much and had such an icy sex life managed to have six kids. As open as my parents got about sex was to say it was only for married people. In fact I had an odd fear when I was in third grade that I would grow up not knowing how to have sex and marry someone who also didn't know how and we would have to call our parents and ask while we were on our honeymoon. That cracks me up now. I think I finally learned the mechanics of sex in fifth grade sex ed.


Are you sure? I have my aforementioned family and I'm still more apt to say "let's give that a try" instead of "eewwww."

I am a notoriously light sleeper, the walls of my parents' house are paper thin, and yet I've never heard a peep from them. I don't think I've ever seen them even kiss. If it weren't for the fact that there's such a huge family resemblance, I'd swear my brother and I were adopted.

When I was a little kid, we used to take these vacations to Miami Beach. During our stays, my parents would send me down to play in the game room, have lunch by myself at the restaurant and so on (something that probably would not happen today). If I ate lunch, I would sign for the check. The first time this happened, I was ignorant of the customs of tipping. The waitress was nice, so I left her a $10 tip on what was probably a $3 chopped liver sandwich. As an adult, I have realized why my parents sent me downstairs. I hope it was worth $10.

I had forgotten about the Joy of Sex... left on a bookshelf where I poured through it. My mom also bought me a book by Judy Blume (no, not Forever) of questions and answers that she then deemed inappropriate, yet she left it out. Damn reverse psychology.

I know I am my parents child. I am the only child. Therefore my parents only.... once.

And now your the first kid I've ever heard of that has willingly ordered chopped liver.

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