I’ve been making it a point to post an entry on my blog at least once a week, but I’ve been struggling to come up with interesting things to write about. I’m sure y’all are probably tired of me ranting about the same twenty-something problems everyone faces, and I know y’all can probably go a week without my holier-than-thou life tips. So today, I Google-searched “writing prompts for blogs” and came across a list of 500 questions to answer. I decided to pick the two most interesting questions;“How did you discover sex?” and “How should parents address pornography?”.

To answer the first question, I pretty much had to learn everything on my own. Having grown up in a suburban, conservative, Catholic household, I was spoon-fed cliches such as the famous “babies come from the stork” and “God will punish those who don’t remain celibate until marriage”


I had a friend who lived two doors down from me, and on his seventh birthday, he was gifted a copy of DK Publishing’s My First Encyclopedia. Every time I would go to his house, I would read it. It was by reading that book how I discovered the actual names for reproductive organs, how babies are conceived, and that there are sexual orientations other than heterosexuality. I was eight years old at the time, so I did find the latter of the three a bit bizarre, not because my parents condemned any non-heteronormative lifestyles, but because they had never spoken of them. I guess my parents wanted me to grow up thinking that homosexuality or any sort of queerness didn’t exist.


To answer the second question, I don’t believe viewing pornography, whether accidental or deliberate, should be a punishable offense. Even at 22, I’ve never been a habitual porn viewer, but I was around nine or 10 when I had first learned about pornography. In elementary school, I rode the bus home, so I would always arrive before my parents and brothers. When I would come home, the first thing I would do was secretly watch MTV, as my strict parents forbade me and my brothers from watching anything that they didn’t deem uplifting or educational. There was this show I liked called “Room Raiders”, on which one person would search through the bedrooms of three anonymous strangers and would pick a date with one of them based on what was discovered in their rooms.



I remember on some episodes of “Room Raiders”, one of the big deal breakers would be the “raider” finding porn in one of the contestants’ bedrooms. I had heard the word “porn” so many times, but was not sure what it meant, so one day, I decided to Google-search “porn”, and the rest is self-explanatory. This was also the day I learned how to clear the history on Internet Explorer (granted, Google Chrome didn’t exist at the time).



The reason I believe that children should not be punished for looking at porn is because by age 10 or 11, they begin the early stages of puberty and are therefore, naturally curious about sex. I do believe parents should talk to their kids about sex at an early age that way they can recognize an offender, know when to stop touching someone, and not feel weird if they have feelings for someone of the same gender.


What I want the reader to take away from this is a good laugh at my childhood experiences and an understanding of why I believe what I believe.