We didn’t have much sex education back then. Mother didn’t know quite how to explain it to me, so she gave me a book that I was supposed to read, which I did. I didn’t know what the hell I was reading. It was very detailed. I had never seen my father naked. When I was 7ish in the summer at Grandma’s farm, there was a 3-holer (a three hole outhouse). I remember when I and Freddy Munier who was one year younger and Ronny, who was a year younger. We all three ended up down at the bottom of the garden at the 3-holer and I guess we played “you show me yours and I’ll show you mine”. I guess that’s as much anatomy as I’ve ever seen.
My best guess is that I was 12 or 13 when I got this book. Sex back then was tee-hee! oh-no! and we were so innocent. I heard this on the TV in 1943, the movie The Outlaw was released, with Jane Russell. I can almost remember sitting in the movie theater, she had a long dress on, very low cut and she leaned over so that you could see her cleavage. Ooooohhh! Look at that. That was my sex education. It’s almost viceral, the memory of my response to it.
My father made sure I never saw him or You get shaped by your parents attitude toward sex, like a tape in your head. I can remember Norma and Benny Hutton, their best friend, would come down from Charleston, and they would all go down to the red light district and call the girls over to flirt with them, then Mom and Norma would pop up out of the back seat and laugh at them. I never did like that story. I didn’t know anything about sex, but I thought that it was a horrible thing to do to someone.
That was the sex education I had.