I got my "talk" thanks to antennas and a little tin foil rigging that led to a few extra channels and scrambled boob shots. By the time we got AOL, I knew enough to type in some search words and discover that porn had beat me to the Internet. In the days before virus protection was a thing, I don't know how many computers I killed. Eventually they got smart and called in a computer guy. He checked the search history I didn't clear. My talk was a simple statement from my father: "well, I guess now you know." Focus: How did you get "the talk"? Focus: What will "the talk" be like for our kids? Will they even get one?
I got the talk in the most benign way possible. My school sent out notices to all the parents stating that they would be doing the sex ed classes as part of the 5th grade curriculum, which all of the parents expected anyway. I went through all the classes and my mom asked me if I had any additional questions after school and I had a few and that was that. Growing up and hanging out with all older kids in my neighborhood, I learned the general details ahead of 5th grade anyway, so it wasn't that big a deal. For my kids, when they are the right age, Ill sit them down and make them watch "2 Girls 1 Cup" and ask if they have any questions afterwards.
I didn't get a talk about how babies are made. Instead, I was given a sneak peak at the master plan that my mom designed. If I were to get knocked up, I would be sent far away to live with a relative until the baby was born. I assume that when I got back from "vacation," the baby would become my little brother/sister.
I never got "the talk". I was largely self taught - I was around 10 when i found a copy of Everything you've always wanted to know about sex (but were afraid to ask) in my parents room. My mom caught me reading it and gave her grudging approval. By the fifth grade I knew what priapism, libido, and the clitoris were, but it took me another seven years to put any of my vast knowledge into practice. Thus far my wife, and our school system, are taking point with the sex education of our little Missanthropic. A couple of times I've told her that she can always ask me anything but no sooner do the words leave my mouth than she halts me with a "Dad stop."
When I was 9 or 10, my mom gave me a book written for kids on the basics of sex. When I finished it she asked me if I had any questions, to which I replied "Not really, I've pretty much already learned all of this on the school bus."
My birds and bees talk was left up to my 5th grade teacher during her being forced to teach sex ed. I can still hear her say, "then the man inserts his penis into the females vagina...." Still don't know what the fuck the birds and bees means. I'm pretty convinced sex ed should be left up to pornhub. Sit a kid down in front of a computer, put on some soft porn and let the learning happen.
Never got the talk from my parents. Had the usual sex ed stuff in school but what's that really 'teach' you? I had been exposed to hardcore pornography relatively young since I had an older brother with friends that would raid my dad's stash. Again I really don't think I knew what was happening on screen. It's like that philosophy of mind thought experiment. You can be trapped in a white room from infancy, learn all you can from books about the color red, but never really experience the color fully until you're let out and see it. At about 13 I discovered masturbation, then in college I lost my virginity and that light flicked on, "OWWWW THIS is what everyone was talking about?!" Somehow though, even at the tenderest of young ages, I knew, tittay's were awesome.
This was the closest to a "sex ed" talk I got at home. At school, our middle-aged phys ed teacher basically read the pamphlet and refused to take any questions or offer any elaboration, so other than the entertainment value of him being so incredibly uncomfortable that he could hard talk, there wasn't much value.
Because I'm lazy: https://www.theidiotboard.com/threa...-school-today-honey.254031/page-2#post-538072