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Daydreaming
Something I saw over on Tumblr got me thinking about sex and daydreaming and how we become aware of adult things, and that turned into this. Somewhat TMI, hence the cut.
So, I have daydreamed pretty much all my life. Specifically, I have always daydreamed in stories, almost always about the stories I've been reading or watched on TV or played through in games. It's a large part of who and how, I am. I have been doing it since I was a wee nibbling who used to skip to school.
About the age of, oh, eleven or twelve, I started having daydreams of a sexual nature.
This was somewhat complicated by the fact that I did not know what sex was.
In fact, I didn't know about genitalia, either -- I thought the crotch region was verboten because that's where urination and defecation happen, and ew gross obviously you should cover those bits up. I really, really did not know what sexual intercourse was, much less why anyone would want to have it.
I did know what area of the body I was interested in, though, so my nascent sexual imaginings involved a lot of watersports. (And mind control and body control. I may not have known what a vagina was, but I damn well knew what my kinks were.) This lasted until...I'd like to say sex ed happened, but more realistically it was fanfic, and also Jane Auel. That was kind of an "Oh! Right!" moment for my hindbrain.
The thing is...
I was a massively sheltered child. (See: Did not know what sex was.) Nobody ever showed me any inappropriate material, or did anything skeevy to me. I was never groomed. I had pretty much the picture-perfect Christian upbringing.
I still started having sexual impulses before I turned thirteen.
With zero outside influence, with zero knowledge, I had sexual impulses before I turned thirteen. I had a non-con kink before I turned thirteen. And that one didn't come from cultural brainwashing; it came because my favourite type of story is one where the enemy has the protagonist under their power, and the protagonist has to defeat them.
Which is why the anti crap about how teens are pure children with no sexual traits is nonsense. Teens have sexual impulses. It's the whole point of puberty. Adolescence is when the body switches on the reproductive drive and starts gearing up for offspring, and that means sexual urges. It comes with the bloody territory.
Note that having sexual urges does not mean that teenagers are fair game for everyone. The reproductive system is turning on, which by definition means it is not fully online. The current age of consent in England is sixteen; that seems sensible to me. But can we please drop the notion that fourteen and fifteen year olds are innocent non-sexual babies, because it's a heap of nonsense, and damaging besides.
So, I have daydreamed pretty much all my life. Specifically, I have always daydreamed in stories, almost always about the stories I've been reading or watched on TV or played through in games. It's a large part of who and how, I am. I have been doing it since I was a wee nibbling who used to skip to school.
About the age of, oh, eleven or twelve, I started having daydreams of a sexual nature.
This was somewhat complicated by the fact that I did not know what sex was.
In fact, I didn't know about genitalia, either -- I thought the crotch region was verboten because that's where urination and defecation happen, and ew gross obviously you should cover those bits up. I really, really did not know what sexual intercourse was, much less why anyone would want to have it.
I did know what area of the body I was interested in, though, so my nascent sexual imaginings involved a lot of watersports. (And mind control and body control. I may not have known what a vagina was, but I damn well knew what my kinks were.) This lasted until...I'd like to say sex ed happened, but more realistically it was fanfic, and also Jane Auel. That was kind of an "Oh! Right!" moment for my hindbrain.
The thing is...
I was a massively sheltered child. (See: Did not know what sex was.) Nobody ever showed me any inappropriate material, or did anything skeevy to me. I was never groomed. I had pretty much the picture-perfect Christian upbringing.
I still started having sexual impulses before I turned thirteen.
With zero outside influence, with zero knowledge, I had sexual impulses before I turned thirteen. I had a non-con kink before I turned thirteen. And that one didn't come from cultural brainwashing; it came because my favourite type of story is one where the enemy has the protagonist under their power, and the protagonist has to defeat them.
Which is why the anti crap about how teens are pure children with no sexual traits is nonsense. Teens have sexual impulses. It's the whole point of puberty. Adolescence is when the body switches on the reproductive drive and starts gearing up for offspring, and that means sexual urges. It comes with the bloody territory.
Note that having sexual urges does not mean that teenagers are fair game for everyone. The reproductive system is turning on, which by definition means it is not fully online. The current age of consent in England is sixteen; that seems sensible to me. But can we please drop the notion that fourteen and fifteen year olds are innocent non-sexual babies, because it's a heap of nonsense, and damaging besides.
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