While we can publicly talk about sex in all its thrilling messiness with a little more candor than we could a few generations back, we still live most of our lives within an invisible envelope of politeness.
This holiday season, I came out to my mom about being sexually active, being bisexual, writing about sex for my college newspaper and then getting a ton of media attention for my column on having sex in the library. But did I also mention that I got straight A's this semester?
I love sex, but I've found that talking openly about my active sex life bothers many readers. Acknowledging an active sex life is tantamount to saying "I am a slut" in our puritanical culture. Frankly, I am over this repressed point of view.
Based on my main inputs of TV and movies, it was pretty clear what guys were supposed to want. But what were girls and women supposed to want? What were we allowed to want? And separate from all that, what did we want?
Some might say I could have waited until we were wheeled out of the operating room, but I began the conversation early. "Listen, there will be male people in the nursery," I warned, the moment her beanie-clad head hit my bosom. "Do not worry."
The time has come to face an embarrassing truth, America: It's 2010 now, and sex education in the United States is still rooted in the early 17th Century. I see evidence of this unchallenged presumption everyday.