Sex is sexy.
Dad had “the talk” with me by the time I was 8 or 9 years old. Actually, it’s hard to even call it “the talk” because it was more like a series of talks, all mostly centered on how shameful and sinful sex is, except in the rarest of instances in which both participants are at the very height of their spiritual and emotional health and well-being.
One day in the second grade, one of my classmates said something alluding to “how babies are made.” A girl a couple seats up from me looked back and whispered loudly, “It’s SEX!” She and a few other students giggled.