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Hehe, my mom was pregnant with my little sister when I was 6/7, and I often accompanied her to her medical appointments. I was really only interested in how the baby was going to get out (possibly my first recorded use of "What the hell?"). Later on I asked how the baby got in there to start with, and was appalled by the answer (although I appreciated the use of the illustrated posters on the office walls).
It was then and there that I decided to never participate in either the miracle of birth nor the joy of sex. One I held to, the other I did not. You may guess which it was.
Later on (7/8 years old) I remember asking my mom if a man and a woman (heh--only funny because that's how every sex explaination started out, "When a man and a woman love each other very much...") had sex in a pool, did the chlorine in the water deform the sperm, and was that how mermaids were born?
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -
Matt Groening
My goal? To fulfill my potential.
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