| Fleur Susannah ( @ 2004-04-24 12:36:00 |
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A sex talk
I was thinking today how much views on sexuality change during people's teenage years. Odd, I know but that's what you get after a lack of sleep. Sorry if anyone finds this confronting.
I remember sex at the age of 12 (or under) was a thing done in the dark, carefully cheographed lighting gleaming softly on smooth, bronze skin before the camera pulls up and gives a tasteful view of a wall, or a curtain. At this age, sex turns people into immortals. Suddenly they become perfect in everyway; beauty personified. Any traces of acne, or irregular body shape covered by a haze of love. That's the other thing, at that age sex is either love or it is rape, nothing much inbetween. It is also a very hetrosexual view of sex. I knew that sex happened between two men or two women but it didn't HAPPEN.
Sex at the age of 15 or so was dominated by body image. No longer did we come beautiful at the first kiss but embarrassed that our partner was about to discover how unattractive we really are. I was horrified by the idea of a boyfriend discovering my breasts, covered with long, thin scars (they are explained in a comment) or the swelling on the tender part of my shin which still makes me whimper when it is touched. What if a boyfriend knocked my leg with his and caused me to cry out in pain? Suddenly sexual contact no longer made us immortal. Touching my stomach might betray the true nature of my body: it is not quite as smooth and slim as it appears under carefully chosen clothes. My body was one of my best features but some exploring could potentially prove it to be less then that of a movie star.
Now, at the venbrable age of 17, sex has become simpler. It is something that happens. It happens often, not always to express love but also to express friendship, to make money, for shear enjoyment of physical pleasures, for a laugh, to combat boredom, etc. It can take place between anyone. Male-female, female-female or male-male. It is no longer surrounded by an immortal glow but nor is it an agony as one imperfection is discovered after another. My body is forgiven for not being someone elses and i love the curve of my belly. There is still things we don't like, don't understand or don't expect but that is understandable. I wonder what will have changed in this theory by the time I'm 20.
Avec foi,
Fleur Susannah
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