My paternal grandparents were banging away almost to the end. I think the lung cancer that initiated my grandfather’s decline also may have stopped the sex.
I’m the youngest of three. For each of us, when we had our first long-term relationship, they would take the grandkid and the significant other out to an expensive dinner. Then, after the food was delivered, my grandmother would give the sex talk.
Basically, it was just about: sex is ok, there’s nothing wrong with it, no need to be ashamed or uptight. There were no graphic details discussed. Just use protection and enjoy yourselves.
I’m 55, and I was the youngest, so we’re not talking about free love hippies from the 60’s. They were in the “lived through the great depression” generation. While it was one of the weirdest experiences to go through as a teenager, I tend to look back at it as a pretty amazing thing.
I am also lucky enough to still be with the girl who was at the dinner with me. Three kids, all planned. I guess the talk worked.
Also, during the entirely of the talk, my grandfather said nothing. He just sat there eating his steak.
That’s a funny story. I can’t possibly imagine my grandmother saying the word sex let alone talking about it.
My family was always weird about sex. I dunno why. Religion was probably part of it. My mother would answer any question I had but not initiate the conversation.
My mom was definitely more uptight about sex than my dad. He had the kind of attitude you’d expect from someone raised by his mother.
My mom was raised Catholic, by a mother who was abusive. My mom couldn’t go out on dates. All she was allowed to do was go to school, church, and work. My mom was so completely sheltered, when she and her friends encountered a flasher, she didn’t know what she was seeing. Her friends had to explain it to her.
My mom’s version of the talk: “If you have any questions, ask.”
That’s it. It was very clear that she didn’t want me to ask anything.
People believe these things because they can’t imagine that their Granny getting plowed by the pastor’s son.
Don’t be ridiculous. Granny got plowed plenty. Just because she didn’t share the details with her grandkids doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.
I’m pretty sure my grandmother had sex 3 times. One for each child. Then she stopped, which explains my grandfather.
My paternal grandparents were banging away almost to the end. I think the lung cancer that initiated my grandfather’s decline also may have stopped the sex.
I’m the youngest of three. For each of us, when we had our first long-term relationship, they would take the grandkid and the significant other out to an expensive dinner. Then, after the food was delivered, my grandmother would give the sex talk.
Basically, it was just about: sex is ok, there’s nothing wrong with it, no need to be ashamed or uptight. There were no graphic details discussed. Just use protection and enjoy yourselves.
I’m 55, and I was the youngest, so we’re not talking about free love hippies from the 60’s. They were in the “lived through the great depression” generation. While it was one of the weirdest experiences to go through as a teenager, I tend to look back at it as a pretty amazing thing.
I am also lucky enough to still be with the girl who was at the dinner with me. Three kids, all planned. I guess the talk worked.
Also, during the entirely of the talk, my grandfather said nothing. He just sat there eating his steak.
That’s a funny story. I can’t possibly imagine my grandmother saying the word sex let alone talking about it.
My family was always weird about sex. I dunno why. Religion was probably part of it. My mother would answer any question I had but not initiate the conversation.
My mom was definitely more uptight about sex than my dad. He had the kind of attitude you’d expect from someone raised by his mother.
My mom was raised Catholic, by a mother who was abusive. My mom couldn’t go out on dates. All she was allowed to do was go to school, church, and work. My mom was so completely sheltered, when she and her friends encountered a flasher, she didn’t know what she was seeing. Her friends had to explain it to her.
My mom’s version of the talk: “If you have any questions, ask.”
That’s it. It was very clear that she didn’t want me to ask anything.
“Mom, what does a dick feel like in my ass?”
“Ask your father…”