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Kids these day are lazy.

Nowadays, kids can text naked pictures to each other in the comfort of their own bedroom.
Back in my day, you didn’t see a naked woman until you caught your dad watching porn.  You didn’t see one in person until you turned 18 and the older heads took you to the strip club.

Little boys and little Girls get way too sexual today because they know that inevitably they are going to have to face these sorts of feelings so they just jump right in.  Little do they know, they are terrible at sex.
Only screwed up people want to have sex with children because children just ain’t sexy.  Period.

People really don’t even approach getting sexy until they stop growing.  Before that, they are just awkward.  Teenagers always think that the cheerleaders at their school are sexy.  Young girls think the same thing about the jocks.  The ones that never make it to college might even marry one of these early bloomers.  Those of us that have made it to college know the difference between being attracted to a teenager and an adult.
I know that kids get the sexual feelings early but we don’t tend to gain a sexual understanding until much later.  Hell, some of us never get it.

When I was young, even saying something sexual took guts and a face to face conversation.  If you wanted to see a girl naked, you would have to 1: convince her to make out with you and 2: go for her shirt and hope she didn’t object.  It was like shooting dice.  She was either going to never talk to you again (snake eyes) or go for your shirt (Lucky 7).  Kids these days, with all the sexting, will never know the feeling of the mutual agreement to get naked.
Our benefit is that when you are naked, in front of someone, sex might actually happen.  When we weren’t ready for that, we just kept our damned clothes on.

We also had the fear of rejection.  Nobody rejects a text message.  A woman in front of you will look you in the eye and ask you in all seriousness, “what do you think you’re doing?’ 
Technology is getting kids too warmed up for bad, sexual experiences.  Most adults know that their first few sexual experiences are lame as hell.  When kids start early, they think that this period of lame shit is what the fuss is about.   God forbid two lame kids get married and then discover porn.  Then they might think that people in porn actually enjoy the sex they are having which is clearly not the case.

The point is that sexuality develops along with the body.  When kids jump in to it early, they might never learn to do it right… or well.
Could you imagine still having sex like a teenager?  Dear teenagers, sex in cars isn’t fun.  Quiet sex with someone’s parents in the house is lame.  Sleeping with someone you don’t really like is a waste of time.  Lastly, texting someone your naked picture is bullshit.  If they wanted to see you naked, they would have the guts to try it in person.

I did it…eventually.  Ever since, it was freaking awesome because it was personal.  It wasn’t on a phone or on an e-mail.  It was me, a woman and a feeling that Verizon won’t be able to transmit no matter how fast their network gets.
That feeling is what the whole sexual experience is about.  If you aren’t ready for that feeling, keep your freaking clothes on.

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