Whenever my friends and I meet up, the conversation inevitably turns to sex. I’m no prude, but I’m just not comfortable going into decorative sexual anecdotes and innuendos. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy a good adult conversation, but when it veers into salacious territory, I clam up and revert back to a giggling, blushing prepubescent. In a way, it feels like I would be violating my partner’s privacy by sharing a deeply personal moment.
Growing up I was taught to be very ladylike and to close my legs when I sit. I even took a few etiquette lessons, courtesy of my late father who was a stickler for good manners. I carry those experiences with me, so they definitely play a role in my reluctance to share intimate personal details. Not that there’s anything wrong with anyone who chooses to go that route. In fact, I admire my friends for being so frank about their sexual experiences.
How candid are you when talking to your friends about sex?
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