Reverie, having just read a piece by you, I sense your profound intelligence and agree with you. I have not had children and thus I have avoided that whole thing with children. My mother, as far as I can remember, never mentioned things. My father had long passed. You just kind of fall into sexual awareness. No one really needs to tell you. I remember a baby sister, who was 18 and gorgeous, or example, when I was about three years old, who lay on my mother and father's bed with her legs open and asking me to come over. As a doctor's son and somewhat shy, but quite interested in her, I sought to dampen the directness of the event and left the room, opened the refrigerator, climbed up to the top and grabbed a hypodermic needle and penicillin. I returned to the room and suggested we play doctor. Her legs immediately closed. I think she came the next weekend, but I think it was over fairly soon. There was never any touching or seeing, I think, thereafter. Then the next time, a neighbor girl invited me into a cave of Ivy where she showed me hers and I showed her mine, and so on. This is how things really evolve when it comes to sex. We don't need sex education, per se. Sexual desire and investigation is a biological obviousness.