I’m now a mature person.
I look back at my past choices with a more mature perspective.
I was 19 years old when I decided to have sex.
I didn’t know what sex was.
I didn’t know what a physical relationship was.
Everything I knew about them came from the media.

This is a real crisis.
A crisis that parents are not aware of.
Adolescence is a time for experimentation.
A time to feed curiosities.
I wasn’t a dumb teenager.
I was actually quite conscious of what I was doing.

I never had a relationship with a boy because of this awareness.
I loved a boy in highschool.
He was very respectful.
Our love was platonic.
But there was always a sense of curiosity looming around relationships.
What is kissing?
What does it feel like to be naked in bed with a man?
It was important for me to find answers to these questions.

But it wasn’t easy.
I met a boy who was physically attractive, smart, and intellectual.
He was a bad boy.
I decided he was the one I’d explore sex with.

We had a talk and agreed to be sex buddies.
I learned my lesson, though.
I learned that I wasn’t a sexually active person.
And that he enjoyed it more than I did.
I found out that I had been used.
I was used for sex.

It’s a good thing to see a woman in a movie performing oral sex for a person she loves,
But feeling like a tool for a man’s pleasure is terrible.

Sex education is important because it’s easy to exploit a person with no experience.
And most importantly, women should understand their bodies.