Well, I’m still learning the whole man thing, having pretty much given up on being a lesbian, which I’m pretty sure was my first choice. But as for sex, that I learned about from some tacky little pamphlet (or two) in my daddy’s bottom drawer.
I wonder about this, was it just early conditioning, or did my father and I share proclivities. His tastes in porn ran to books about older women and incest — two, which I swiped and kept were “My Mother Seduced Me,” an explicit novel about growing up with a young attractive, sexually active, widowed mother, and “Women Who Seduce Boys,” a collection of explicit short stories with a variety of plot lines that all ended in the same general buffet of sweaty fevered delights.