Really?

yes really. I have no actual memory of what she said, I just remember staring at a spot on the carpet and praying for it to be over. And having her say "Do you have any questions?" and when I mumbled "no", she would check off the subject.

yes really. I have no actual memory of what she said, I just remember staring at a spot on the carpet and praying for it to be over. And having her say "Do you have any questions?" and when I mumbled "no", she would check off the subject.

It's a wonder you ever had sex. My parents gave me Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex, and The Sensuous Man and The Sensuous Woman when I started asking questions at age 9. I learned about penis piercing and oral sex at the same time.

At this point, I've worked through my sexual hangups, but my mother probably was to blame.

OH god- thats one of the most horrifying experiences of my lifetime- my mom buying "What's Happening to My Body", telling me to read it and that we'd talk about it after. It still makes me cringe.

Wow, Hecubus...I thought my mom was progressive. Not *that* progressive. (still hoping to release book "Everything I know About Sex That I Learned From Buffistas...4 volume series)

My parents gave me Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex, and The Sensuous Man and The Sensuous Woman when I started asking questions at age 9. I learned about penis piercing and oral sex at the same time.

See, if you read the second statement without the first it sounds like you've got a hell of a party trick going.

My guess -- totally out of the blue -- is that Harlequins, along with all the rest of that list of categories, fall out of date or out of print quickly and have no collector value.

It depends. Harlequins go out of print very fast indeed (within six months), but, because of this, Harlequins by authors who later break out into single-title are moderately valuable. Old Jennifer Crusies and Suzanne Brockmanns, to name two, can go for $20.00 and up. Mira is reprinting some of these; when that happens, the market for that title becomes collectors only, rather than collectors and desperate readers.

Jennifer Crusie's The Cinderella Deal, published by the short-lived Silhouette Loveswept line, can cost upwards of $30.00.

But most Harlequins? Printed today, forgotten tomorrow.

My mother took us aside when I was about 7. Which means my sister was 3 or 4. Gave us a clinical discussion, which cleared up some things for me (I knew about babies and wombs and stuff. Just never realised you needed sperm). Never spoke of it again.

"Where Did I come From" when I was 4. The naked drawing s scared me and I threw the book at my mother sobbing and ran away. We didn't talk about anything until I was 13. And even then I hated it. I cried at the tiniest mention of anything sexually related. I cried for days when I started my period, cried for hours when my pedatrician asked me if I was "growing hair", got violently angry at my mother for bringing up anything about my changing body, and once even kicked a boy in his shin for saying I had no underarm hair. Not exactly sure why I had the hangups, but boy did I until I was about 22.

I think I just refused to acknowledge any discussion of the subject. I was sure sex wasn't even going to a part of my life.

I got over that.