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Originally posted by paigowprincess
Altered States? Shit, I went to the wrong college. The closest thing I got to a drug class was some quasi psychology classa about how drugs actually work. Like seratonin uptake inhibition or something. All I wanted to know was whether X really caused back pain or if that was an urban legend bc I never experienced that.
I must have read Bell Jar three times and do not recall sex, but would guess that she mentions it. and it sucks. I never did find a great sex book through the academic route. I soon turned to Anais Nin and Henry Miller, and that was not so hot either. That is also when I read Portnoy's Complaint. I suppose I discovered Judith Krantz not long after. Supermarket Lit is where its at when you are 16
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I started reading my mother's stash of bodice rippers when I was seven (with my mother's permission) so I didn't have to look to actual literature to find out about sex. I also had HBO and Showtime in my bedroom on my tv starting when I was about 8. I think having all this early knowledge about sex is what caused me to hang onto my virginity until my mid-20s.
