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The 'Act' of Talking

I was watching Afternoon Express on SABC3 a few weeks back  . The topic was of 'explicit content', yes, SEX; sexual behaviour, sexual education, sexual curiosity, sexual pleasure, all these sexual talk we never get to have. Because, you know, tradition, religion. It's always talk about the practice of 'safe sex', being faithful, sex for reproduction, sex at a certain age, everything in between, or what we wish could make up a pART of our sex stories, is a taboo. We never talk about the pleasure that comes with sexual intercourse, sexual activities. There are never talks on the responses we get from our bodies, talks on finding that G-spot before your pARTner does. Talks on exploring these bodies of ours. It's always the same Sexual Syllabus year in and year out, generation through generation. Perhaps Darwin died with his evolution?


We are cemented in religion and tradition, so much so that we believe a foundation built not on those two (or because our understanding of the two is stereotyped?), is one that will crumble to pieces.


We believe that talking openly about sex is encouragement to engage, become porn stars, more of a ticket to act 'unGodly', to act barbaric. Is it really? But it's not entirely our fault, we were taught these things. And perhaps it's time to unlearn and practice the ART of talking. We fear change so much that we will go out guns-blazing to protect that which we believe in, the fear of experiencing something new shakes the pants off of us. We want others to believe what we say, and in turn act on it but, can we do the same? Even if we don't believe it, listen, give it a chance, and maybe try it. What will you have to lose if you told him/her where and how to touch you? What turns you on? And off? Talk to your friends also, ask questions, laugh and cry about it. Sex doesn't have to be rocket science! It's human nature, a human need that goes well up on that 'Human Needs Pyramid' SO GET TALKING and EXPLORING with yours.


Ironically, when I was watching this Sex Talk, there were kids outside playing and singing a song we sang as kids. What the song simply says and MEANS (now that I think of it) is that, "Play with boys and you'll get pregnant, the child will be given a name that'll remind you of that 'embarrassing' situation for the rest of your life!" My nostalgic moment was shaken off by the thought that maybe that was an indirect way our parents had these 'talks' with us, but, did we understand, even?


N.B: I'm no sex expert, just a student and live-r of life.

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