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[netmouse]

Thanks to jer_, today's Talk Hard! is on a topic I would not have thought of on my own: Cologne and Perfume Should Not Be Applied To Your Holiest of Holies.

This was also post number 42.

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So this inspires me to ask a question: What advice have you ever been given about sex and sexuality, about clothing or making friends or having sex or being sexy, turned out to be totally wrong? What rumors have you heard among young people that you can't believe they pass on? What were the similar rumors when you were a teen?

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[netmouse.livejournal.com]

Hmm. That looks like good fodder for a post. Can you give me more details (either here or in email) about why it was hard? Similarly I have a friend who was someone's first and he tried really hard but it still wasn't that much fun for her and he felt bad and responsible and I sometimes think it just generally boils down to it's not likely to be completely fun the first time.

Cory's description in Little Brother was actually pretty to the point, I thought:

I'd thought about what it would be like for years. A hundred times a day I'd imagined it. Some days, I'd thought of practically nothing else.
It was nothing like I expected. Parts of it were better. Parts of it were lots worse. While it was going on, it felt like an eternity. Afterward, it seemed to be over in the blink of an eye.
Afterward, I felt the same. But I also felt different. Something had changed between us.
It was weird. We were both shy as we put our clothes on and puttered around the room, looking away, not meeting each other's eyes. I wrapped the condom in a kleenex from a box beside the bed and took it into the bathroom and wound it with toilet paper and stuck it deep into the trash can.
When I came back in, [she] was sitting up in bed and playing with her Xbox. I sat down carefully beside her and took her hand. She turned to face me and smiled. We were both worn out, trembly.
"Thanks," I said.
She didn't say anything. She turned her face to me she was grinning hugely, but fat tears were rolling down her cheeks.
I hugged her and she grabbed tightly onto me. "You're a good man,[...]" she whispered. "Thank you."
I didn't know what to say, but I squeezed her back. Finally, we parted. She wasn't crying anymore, but she was still smiling.

[theferrett.livejournal.com]

1) Unlubricated condoms. Nobody had told me.

2) A nervous girl who just wanted it over with, who I was way too in love with.

3) Next to no experience in where to put it.