My mom wrote in my baby book that when I was two, I was changed in front of another boy my age. I asked, “What’s that little tushy in front of his tushy, and where’s mine?”

My mother must have explained he was a boy and I was a girl and those body parts were the difference, but I’m not sure if she used proper names for parts.

When I was 5, my sister explained sex and where babies came from in great detail.

I remember the sex talk in sixth grade where the basics were covered. I think I already knew most of what was taught.

I was so fortunate my family did not tell me anything bad about my sexuality. I discovered I could have pleasure all on my own and I was never shamed, and probably never discussed it at all with my mother.