About

I don’t know when they began. The stirrings. I think I was fifteen, and I saw Roger (name’s have been obviously changed) walking down the hall of my high-school. I was a freshman.

I had a kiss stolen from me in the 7th grade, while I stood leaning against the mustard yellow lockers of my middle school. I attended Catholic school since I was 3 until I was 14 (you know, ugly shoes, long socks, rolled up skirts, button up shirts and a tie.) I believe that is the beginning and the end of all of my problems.

No lack of attention at home. No creepy uncle touched me as a child. No daddy issues. Catholic school.

Having purity shoved down my throat since I was three made me want to shove other things down my throat fifteen years later. I think that is how cause and affect works. 

So Roger walked down the hall with his skinny jeans and long hair and all of a sudden KC felt what all the hype was about. I felt a tingling sensation that began in my stomach and ran south; that was the outcome of simply looking…now imagine being touched.

I figured out soon enough that the amount of hormones my body was producing, was highly abnormal, or perhaps, I thought to myself, everybody feels this way and nobody talks about it. 

So I want to talk about it. Uncensored.

I learned what sex was when I was about fourteen. I was surfing through channels because Nick at Night was showing Family Matters instead of Full House (it’s not a race thing I swear.) When I stumbled upon HBO. There was a blonde woman, with large breasts that did not move and very pointy nipples, leaning naked against a window. A man stood behind her “thrusting” (for lack of a better word.) I then googled what a penis looked like because apparently late night cable doesn’t show penis. (Penis? Penisis? Penii?)

Then I finally discovered penetration. The penis actually goes into the vagina. Before that I thought sex was two people passionately kissing on a bed. And that was the result of Catholic school expecting parents to talk to their kids about sex, and parents expecting Catholic school to talk to their kids about sex.

Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t raised completely isolated form the secular world. I got the drug talk every year. Every Drug Awareness Week I signed a pledge stating I would never do drugs, and well…I also made a vow of abstinence and look how that turned out.