How Sex Introduced Itself To Me

Sex is very complicated for me. It is complicated and messy. Don’t get me wrong, the mechanics of sex are wonderful. I think I’m pretty well versed in the working of sex — but I don’t want to brag. I have been reflecting on the ways in which sex introduced itself to me. Sex introduced itself to me like an aggressive, uninvited guest who demanded I let him in.

The first time I saw naked bodies in positions that were later explained as sex was in primary school. One of my grade five classmates got her hands on pornographic magazines which she managed to stuff in her already full backpack and brought them to school for our viewing pleasure. It was a whole week of oohs and aahs, shy giggles and sprints back to our desks when a teacher showed up. We would all huddle around her desk as she flipped through the pages that showed white men and white women in their birthday suits. This week of flipping ended with us getting caught and the teacher who caught us confiscated the magazines and I’m sure it was for his viewing pleasure. There was no conversation, he rolled up those magazines, shoved them in a plastic bag and sent the young girl to the principal’s office. Damn straight we snitched! Corporal punishment was still legal and the principal knew how to dish it out!

The still naked white bodies turned to motion a few months after when my cousin got his hands on…