I’m not going to lie to you, I don’t know if I’ll ever be at the level with anyone to comfortably hear about their Autobot fetish.
Am I anomalous as a male for not talking about sex with my cohort? (Am I anomalous for using the word “cohort”?) I mean, I can have a discussion about sex as a thing, abstractly. I just don’t get into it as it pertains to me personally. The media we have today has made it really easy to share ideas concerning sexytimes, whether fictionalized (looking at you, Game of Thrones) or factual. In some ways this is fine and good. Sexuality is a thing we do as humans, despite the manifold opinions as to it’s purpose, meaning, and acceptable configurations. Things like the internet let people of like (or curious) minds have discussions about it, some of which I wager might even be intelligent. Then there’s that internet monolith that is pornography. One can’t deny we’ve gone so far beyond finding Uncle Steve’s old Playboys in the attic, as far as access to aforementioned sexytime materials go.
This advent of free sexual information just needs to be treated like any other epoch: with knowledge and understanding. I am going to be absolutely dogged in the pursuit of technological know-how even as I get older, for the simple reason that I don’t want anything weird to get to my progeny before they’re ready for it. After all, sex is not inherently bad or wrong.
I just don’t want the kids finding Uncle Floyd’s back issues of Playbot until they’re old enough. Or maybe actually just never at all. Ever.