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All I ever heard about sex and sexuality was from my mother's telling me that people do it because it feels good, but they shouldn't because it's sinful. My dad was fairly quiet on the subject, although I treasure his piece of advice he gave me one day when my mom wasn't around, shortly after he revealed that he and my mom were regular pot smokers and had plants growing in the basement until shortly after my mom got pregnant, rather than the "tried it once" that she had claimed. He simply said, "I don't like your mother's attitude that keeps you from having much of a social life. Don't waste time and money on drugs, go out and get laid, although it's too bad you have to be so careful these days."
I consider myself permanently scarred and relationship-challenged by the nutty religious teachings of my mother. I've never been in a relationship, and I learned everythign I know by hearing it from others or figuring it out myself.
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