X-Rated Sex Education
In high school, my friends and I asked our youth group leaders if they could give us their thoughts about sex education. I thought it was a healthy curiosity, but in that setting, it was still awkward. The youth group leaders went to the church deacons to get permission. They said, “No.” I thought it was dumb, who gave them authority? My friends and I all went about getting the information separately.
After I was raped by the Geek, I told Barry I wasn’t a virgin. I expected him to break up with me but the opposite happened, we started having sex whenever he was in town and had the opportunity. After every time I promised myself, never again, but I failed to keep my promise over and over.
We were concerned about getting pregnant. Somehow, Barry found an X-rated movie showing at an outdoor theater in Sutherlin twenty miles north of Roseburg. We learned a lot since we had no information on that subject other than the slang and crude words whispered between teenagers like us.
I don’t remember any of the movie pictures but it described one method of birth control. Vatican Roulette was the only birth control approved by the Pope. Most Catholics use what is called the rhythm method, which is to avoid having sex when a woman or teenager, in my case, is ovulating, since she is very fertile at that time.
By comparison, Russian Roulette is when two participants have a revolver loaded with one bullet then one person spins the cylinder and points it at the other player’s head and fires. Depending on where the bullet is, that person would be dead or alive, a very dangerous gamble.
Barry and I started using the rhythm method but we never knew if I would get pregnant or not. Being pregnant would have totally changed our lives forever but would not have been as fatal as the Russian Roulette game and neither of us would die. As far as avoiding sex when I was ovulating, we had sex anyway. I didn’t get pregnant, God had other plans for our lives.
We both got a little yellow booklet summarizing what we’d learned watching the movie. It was good to have the information in written form for future reference. I kept mine in my top dresser drawer for years.
That was the totality of my sex education, too bad it couldn’t come in a healthier way.
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