Public School Sex Education Turned Me Gay

No doubt some of you wonder exactly how I became such a horrible person. It is not difficult to connect the dots. Unlike many of you who were raised in the warmth of a values-based, God-focused Catholic education, I was indoctrinated with the treacherous secularism of the public school system. Part of that indoctrination, of course, consisted of sex-ed.

I vaguely remember the evening before my first sex-ed class, when I was twelve years old or so. I remember feeling nervous. I knew there was a thing called sex, but I didn’t know what it was and I was not sure I wanted to. I was right to feel apprehensive; not only would the subject of sex preoccupy my time and attention for years to come, but public school sex ed turned me into a homosexual.

The first day of sex-ed wasn’t terrible. We were handed a booklet produced by a tampon company, which detailed the many ways our pubescent bodies would betray us, and told us all about tampons and the role they played in dealing with the menstrual cycle. The booklet was 80% focused on cisfemale development and the many questions that young women might ask. The remaining 20% discussed male body parts and nocturnal emissions. I was relieved to know that being a cismale was far more straightforward than becoming a woman and menstruating. We also learned the “proper” names for our private parts, and some information about how cismale body parts interacted with cisfemale ones to make babies. (Readers wanting a refresher on this might refer to this entry I wrote for poor Steven.)

The pictures in the tampon-sponsored education book were sterile and abstract, the cutaway renditions of human genitals pointing out fallopian tubes, the vas deferens, etc. But then our secularist schoolteachers (or more likely the amoral, culturally relativist curriculum designers who probably studied postmodernism in university) took things a step farther: they passed around photocopied line drawings illustrating (so to speak) secondary sex characteristics in human development. The line drawings were reminiscent of those in coloring books, but instead of farm animals or Disney princesses these drawings consisted of a man and a woman standing side by side. Unlike the educational drawings from the tampon-sponsored education manual, these were not medical diagrams cut away to show the innards. They were just drawings of people — naked people. Neither of them was wearing any clothes.

Supposedly, these nefarious drawings were intended to be educational, pointing out the different changes puberty would bring. But these drawings were nothing less than soft-core pornography, and like an innocent gosling gazing upon Konrad Lorenz, I imprinted. One secondary sex characteristic was facial hair, and sure enough the naked man in the drawing sported a full beard, in addition to a broad chest, pubic hair, and a lengthened wee-wee. If he had not been a line drawing, this man could have come straight out of Fearsome’s blog, and he warped my impressionable young mind immediately. That was the point I turned into a homosexual (For further evidence, see shocking disclosure #2.)

Almost immediately I knew something was wrong. I felt the drawing was somehow shameful. I hid it in my room and only took it out to gaze at it when I thought nobody would catch me.

Why? Why did the public school system do this to me? If they had not exposed me to such images maybe I would not have imprinted on Mr. Naked Dude and maybe I would not have been doomed to a lonely, loveless life.

I’m not trying to say that I oppose sex education. To the contrary, I learned many things in sex-ed that I might not have been aware of otherwise: never put anything other than food in your mouth because that is unhygienic; using a tampon does not mean you have lost your virginity; and condoms really aren’t good at stopping the transmission of STDs, because they only cover your penis and not your entire body. I do believe we should have comprehensive sex education, but it should be age appropriate, and we should be sure to defer material that impressionable young minds might imprint on until their hormones have settled down — maybe age 35 or so. In exposing young minds to morally corrosive illustrations of naked people, just how many homosexuals are we trying to create?

12 thoughts on “Public School Sex Education Turned Me Gay

  1. Oh, Lurkie.
    The joys of public education. You can accuse it of many things, but nothing would have turned you gayer faster than a catholic school education. Trust me, I’m an expert.
    We didn’t even have the drawing of the man with the secondary sexual characteristics! I would have liked that! We did get the cutaway renditions, though. I think we even colored them? It’s all a blur.
    I literally laughed out loud when you said ‘imprinted’. I had forgotten all about Konrad Lorenz and could only think about what that Mormon woman wrote in Twilight about the creepy vampire baby imprinting on the werewolf. If you wanna talk about warping minds, that’s your example.

    XoXo

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    1. At least you received a solid grounding in morals and values and stuff. You know how to be a good person. All I have is rudderless nihilism.

      Thanks and no thanks for those links to OSV, by the way. Now I am down a self-hating rabbithole. I should have become a Catholic.

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  2. I got sex education at high school. We were each given a condom and taught how to fit it on a plastic penis. I swear to God it is the only valuable thing I learnt in that place.
    JP

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    1. I am pleasantly surprised you got a plastic penis to practice on, as opposed to the stereotypical banana. Just think what kind of fetishes you might have developed if you had been rolling condoms over fruit.

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  3. Oh for Pete’s sake! All I ever got was the drawings and lectures about tampons… I didn’t know they were just for the girls!!! All the years I’ve been trying to figure out how I’m supposed to use them… I can’t beli.. I’m so upset… this can’t be possible… I need to lie down.

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    1. The tampon manufacturing industry would like to thank you for your purchases over the years. And who says that tampons are only for girls? Haven’t you ever had a really runny nose?

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  4. I’m so old that we were not taught any kind of sex education whatsoever in school, although we DID have a special class in Health one year where they explained the human reproduction system to us and showed us a film on childbirth. However, that horrifying, traumatic, graphic film DID turn me into a lesbian-feminist. I took one look and said, “Nope, nope, nope, nope, NOPE. No way, no how, no men, no marriage, no babies. CAREER and LESBOVILLE here I come.” I have never regretted that decision.

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    1. See? I’m not the only one. Sex education (in the guise of “health class”, which is what it was called in my time as well) turned you gay too!

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    2. Also you may have not regretted Lesboville but it sounds as if you had some regrets about your career, given your eagerness to retire from it.

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      1. No, I didn’t regret my career per se although it was awfully tough sledding at first, to put it mildly. But I did spend 35 years at it and, after 35 years of doing anything, “the bloom is off the rose.” I was glad to retire and get my time and my life back to do exactly what I want when I want. Life is good.

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    1. Never too late? Tell that to the ex-gay therapists. But as usual your advice is spot-on. Maybe I can take a beginner’s drawing class? A class comparing Buddha and Jesus? A class reading maps?

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