Let's start with a bit of background. I grew up in Texas, meaning my sex education was already lacking. The most memorable thing from that class was not even the curriculum, it was how uneducated my peers were in what I thought was common knowledge, double wrapping, the pull out method, and how STDs are transmitted. I remember a kid honestly thinking homo sapien meant we were calling him gay. So I decided to go out and get the information for myself. First off seeing as my teacher was an older male he even admitted to being uncomfortable teaching us about what sex would do to our female bodies. So I turned to the internet as a high school freshman fearing the day that I would have to fling myself into womanhood because all the adults in my life said it would hurt and that I was giving away the most vulnerable part of myself. Even my mother with her purple dyed hair and her seemingly accepting nature had me convinced that sex was not to be happily anticipated. But the years went by and I realized there was nothing to be afraid of, so I delved deeper into the internet's cornucopia of knowledge and decided it was not up to anyone else what would happen to my body. Sex is just SEX, it doesn't have to mean anything and there was no harm in learning what I would like. And so I took the leap and had sex for the first time with a boy I felt safe with.