• That I want to have sex with you
• That I want to have sex with everyone
• That I want to have sex at all

Thank you and good night. 

I took my little cousin to Build-A-Bear to try to give her a lesson on gender identity and gender fluidity/queerness. I told her we were going to pick a “boy” bear and dress it in “girl” clothes. Little did I know we’d be mixing major movie characters! Everyone meet Screrida.

And people literally call me crazy all the time for never having un-protected sex. UM, I’D RATHER USE A FUCKING CONDOM AND/OR DENTAL DAM THAN GET GONORRHEA THANKYOUVERYMUCH.

If you don’t want to use protection then you don’t want to have sex with me. You know where the door is and it’s simple as that. 

I made a private sex educator only Facebook group. I noticed that many sex educators on Tumblr wanted a way to connect with other sex educators that wasn’t tumblr. So I made a group!

“Sex Educators Network is a private facebook group for all sex educators. Certified or non-certified. If you in some way contribute to sex education you are welcomed! You can post your blogs or Tumblr’s, articles, books, papers, etc. Anything pertaining to sex education is welcomed. 

You can use this group to rant, rave, discuss ideas, gather information, get opinions, seek advice, or absolutely anything else.”

Click here to join! 

It would be for sex educators only, a forum for sex educators to discuss ideas and anything else relating to sex ed privately. 

CLITORAL ORGASMS ARE SO EASY. 

Sex educator problems? LOLAMIRITE? 

tookoffhighlikeafeather:

bellasnewblog:

is my English teacher reporting me several times for being “too sexual” Like, bitch please- you should see my tumblr. 

You know more about sex than people my age! I wish there were more Bella’s in the world educating people. Seriously.

Aw, you’re making me blush! But seriously- it often appalls me as to how little people are educated about sexuality. And then when I bring sexuality up in a serious conversation, I get in trouble for it. There were a few times but here are 2 examples: 

1. The class had to write a paper on excitement and I mentioned the one thing that almost everyone gets excited for- sex! But noooo, inappropriate LOLAMIRITE/ I also wrote about the excitement that certain people get from crimes i.e rape or drugs. I explained the difference between the experiences the brain goes through hormonally when faced with sex versus rape but apparently I’m not being school appropriate and such an explanation must be sent to my guidance counselor! For shaaaaaame. 

2. My favorite. For senior show and tell in English class we had to bring in five things that represented us. Among other things, I brought in a box of condoms to display my passion for sex positive feminist activism. When all the kids laughed at me and the two teachers in the room gave me disapproving stares I felt humiliated. Here I was not interrupting class time or a lecture and it was my turn to display the five things that mean the most to me. And even when it was my turn to be myself I didn’t feel safe in that classroom. It was such a fucking joke.  My teacher took me to the side and told me “It’s not school appropriate to say that prostitution(sex work) should be legalized and regulated” Apparently it’s not “school appropriate” to mention legalizing something that’s completely unconstitutional and that’s also arguably outlawed more severely than gay marriage. Yet there’s an entire club solely dedicated towards homosexuality acceptance which in return is geared towards the legalization of gay marriage. THIS IS AMERICA, HOW DARE I SPEAK MY OPINION. 

I had a formal “growth and development” class in sixth grade which put forward these delicate topics in a polite and logical manner. It wasn’t until my high school “parenting” class that I had what could be termed as a “sex ed” class. The whole class was centered around a daycare that we set up called the “fun factory” in which local people were encouraged to leave their kids so we could experience firsthand what kids were like. It was horrible. A couple kids were dropped on the floor and I spent the whole time watching a friend build block towers. The only day we spent actually learning about sex ed topics was our last day of the class where our teacher handed out pamphlets detailing the mechanics of different contraceptives as described by previous students. Her last stunt for that class was putting a condom on her hand and sneaking up on us with it from behind.

She was also one of those teachers who had on the most serious face when she was talking about appropriate ages to introduce toys to a child, but had the most manic smile when talking about shaken baby syndrome.

Oh, and I can’t forget to mention that the next year three people in our school got pregnant, one of which was in that parenting cla

I’m from england and I’m still not 100% when we’re supposed to start Sex Ed. I know I never got taught in Primary school even though my last years teacher had work sheets. I found out simply by reading a book in the library. My mum wasn’t angry about this, she was just happy I knew and wasn’t totally freaked out about it. In my High School, the entirety of the Sex Ed classed was 4 weeks of Tutor time (about 15 minutes) talking about STD’s and STI’s. They didn’t tell us anything about condoms or actual sex, they told us to search for it ourselves. I actually went to a night lesson at a FREE clinic for an hour and learnt more about condoms and sex there in an hour then I ever did at school. I’m still wary about what’s down there in case it’s not normal!

I got traditional Texas sex education. Essentially we were shown pictures of horrific STDs and they never actually covered how people become pregnant.  We also were shown that strange side view of women’s anatomy that no one explained was from the side.  So I had absolutely no idea what parts were supposed to look like.

So that year when I went on vacation to Hawaii, I spent the entire trip thinking that I could get pregnant by swimming in the ocean with boys.  I also thought this could happen in swimming pools.

This didn’t clear up until I moved to Colorado, where sex education entailed passing around spermicidal foam, actually putting on condoms, and descriptions of what a clitoris is supposed to look like/function as.  I only wish everyone could have that education as their ONLY experience.

I had no sex ed in high school that I remember, but I only got health for half a semester and that teacher really didn’t do any teaching at all. That was in Maryland. In my middle school in North Carolina, I got a half a semester a year for 3 years. 6th grade was “this is is the reproductive system, name all the parts.” 7th was the year they brought in the nurse from the free clinic to teach us and all she did was tell us horror stories about the grapefruit sized genital warts and horrible smells she had seen over the years. 8th grade actually covered pregnancy and birth control pretty well but did stress that abstinence is best. Lots of “I got knocked up when I just let him put the tip in” videos. Also every girl in every pregnancy video I saw was one that used to be rail thin and then got very heavy and stayed that way after the baby. I’ve always wondered if the underlying message was “you will get fat and ugly when you have babies.” And why do we teach sex ed in middle school more than high school anyway? It’s just weird at that age, high school is when you need that infomation most.

I had absolutely no practical sex education throughout my entire school career. We were shown a video in the fifth grade which was supposed to educate us on our changing bodies, and in high school we had a mandatory health class that was to educate us on our sexual health. It didn’t really do that. Our school subscribed to a program called “Safe Guard” that essentially involved showing pictures of various genitalia infected with various STIs. They then had us determine when risks for these types of conditions began. The answer? Right when you started open-mouth kissing.

So don’t do any of that. Obviously.

 I’ve got two experiences. First was in fifth grade, two classes switched around so one teacher had all boys and the other had all girls and they showed a video. Now, for this day I was actually absent, so when I got back and people started teasing me about sex I was very confused (not because I didn’t know anything about it, I was very internet capable). After I got my friends to tell me, I was just angry. The guy had some weird name that you only encounter in sci-fi novels while the girl was name Jenny. I explained my being insulted to the teachers and got out of the whole sex ed week, including the test, receiving an automatic pass. 

The second sex ed attempt by a teacher was centered on aids. This was in high school, so I assume they gave up on abstinence. When we entered the class room we each had a clear plastic cup of water on the desk and a small straw. He said that he put a drop of chemical into one cup which would change color when he put a different chemical at the end of the exercise. He then instructed us to pull a little of our cup out and exchange it with someone else, and to do this with the number of partners you expected to have. By the end, he went around putting a drop of the opposing chemical into each of our cups. Only two managed to escape the blue cup. He said that even though someone may look completely normal it was still possible for them to have AIDS, and even likely that they had no idea. He didn’t claim that we must be abstinent, simply that we should be careful.

In sixth grade, we had a fundamentalist teacher who taught bible stories in history class and eventually left public school teaching to go to seminary & become a minister. In sex ed, we had an open question period. One boy, sweet and meek and often-teased and likely gay, had the courage to raise his hand and ask if boys could have anal sex with other boys. She locked eyes with the kid and said, somberly, “Anal sex is very painful. No one would ever, ever do that to someone they loved.” Poor kid started crying, and the class laughed and mocked. Worst moment of that whole awful year.