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Originally Posted by Cadaverous Pallor
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.
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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.
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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."
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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."