lol. don’t do drugs. sex does not exist.
“Everybody who does marihuana ends up doing hard drugs!” - my mother, social worker.
Yeah, sex doesn’t exist.
Holy shit we can edit titles here. I got to fix a typo; what a dream. Fuck Reddit.
My dad told me we were going to talk about sex. I asked him what he wanted to know. That was the end of the conversation.
When I was about 15, my grandma told me “If you don’t want her to be a mommy, always remember to wrap your salami.”
That was about it, and yes, it was as strange as it sounds.
My Mom once said to me, “Be good, but if you can’t be good, be careful.”
I built a shed with my dad when I was like 14 and he went “well your mother wanted me to talk to you…”
We had an awkward conversation but it was very short and he was just like “some guys have a lot of sex. Some guys don’t. That’s ok. It feels really good. Use protection”
It wasn’t until I fucked up with some drugs as an older teenager he was like hey cool it with that nonsense.
He’s a good guy haha.
Open and honest. If you were old enough to ask a question you were old enough for a relatively complete answer. No judgement or lecture. Just the truth.
I do the same for my kids.
The goated answer.
My dad took me for a drive when I was 15. Awkwardly asked if I knew about women. I lied and said yes. He was visibly relieved. That was the end of it.
My wife and I made sure our kids had multiple sex talks, quizzed them about scenarios (especially involving STDs and consent), and gave them starter 3-packs of condoms.
We’re not leaving things to chance. We also factored the future therapy bills into the equation.
My parents said that they would let me drink under their supervision once I turned 16. I didn’t take them up on the offer because i wasn’t interested. Any time my Mom lit a cigarette I would start talking about how bad it was for her. So they never felt a need to talk to me about other drugs. Eventually when I waa 20 I let a girl talk me into drinking with her at her place when her parents were out of town, and she’s my wife now.
For sex, my parents were like “you talked about that stuff in school right? You know to use protection?” And I was like, “yeah I’m good”.
I was a responsible youth, the one in the friend group always thinking about the consequences and long-term effects of actions. My parents knew they didn’t have to worry about me.
My mother: My best friend Ruthy was the sort of person who thought a best friend was someone who gives you their last tab of speed during exams. My best friend in highschool, hearing this: So you had speed in highschool? My mother: oh ugh um ahh well.
My mother also advised us that if we thought a bar was watering down drinks we should order black russians because vodka is more alcoholic but kahlua is more expensive. Also never buy white rum because you might as be drinking vodka - this was meant as an insult to both vodka and white rum.
Sex and drugs are fine but don’t neglect your rock and roll.
My parents side stepped having this conversation by letting their first child serve as a negative example for the rest of us
What conversation? You guys had conversations?
Same. Luckily common sense and open friends were enough for me to be informed.
Mom went to Woodstock… The first one… so being exposed to sexual behavior and being around drugs were a part of my childhood environment. The 1970’s were WAY more free-swinging than it is now. Because it was in my environment, it became all rather ho-hum.
When it’s around all the time - it loses the appeal of being “forbidden fruit.”
The principal of my small-town high school heard kids talking about pump jack parties. He thought we were going out to a pump jack to get drunk and ride the pump jacks. Apparently, in his day, that’s what kids did. He brought in a guest speaker from a local oilfield company to talk to the senior students about the dangers of doing that.
We were dumbfounded by the talk because none of us had ever thought to ride a pump jack. What we called a pump jack party was just when a specific couple parked their car in the country to have sex.
Older people in the community have since confirmed that riding pump jacks was indeed a thing.
Older people in the community have since confirmed that riding pump jacks was indeed a thing.
it was and it was insanely stupid and fun. imagine trying to get on one of those carnival rides at the local fair, while it’s running.
back road fuckin was pretty fun too, though much harder to find a partner.
no drug talk; my mother sat me down at age ten and gave me such a dry, clinical description of intercourse that I had no idea what she was talking about. It wasn’t until a few years later when I was reading books with some mildly steamy sex scenes that it hit me: “–oh! This was what mom was talking about.”
