I'm 16. Most people would say young, some would say young man, I would say 16. I was raised Baptist, thats the 90's Christians fad for the uninformed. I'm VERY agnostic right now. My mom always told me of the importance of waiting until marriage, and as a small child I accepted it. I never even thought about it until puberty.
13 hits, and so do the changes, with everything that comes in that volatile age, that I'm just finishing up on as I write this. Girls become amazing creatures of mystic beauty, and I can't say I'm not entranced all the time by them. Breasts everywhere! Oh my goodness, and porn, PORN, it's amazing stuff. A hard line to pleasure, a personal heroin. I live the life of a regularly troubled teen kid, until 15 hits.
15 I move to high school, (we have freshmans in with 7-8ers) drop Christianity, And I suddenly have a clean social slate. Girls talk to me! My first girlfriend, my first REAL girlfriend is a disaster. I chickened out, couldn't talk, all the normal problems. Over the next few months I develop a niche as the rebound kid. I'm such a great fixer for all the problems that are troubling girls hearts. I'd make a great gay friend. But the trouble is, I'm not. It's horrible being so close to girls you like and having them want to be friends.
Then I meet a girl. Her name, for the purpose of this post is M. M is depressed, she hates her life. I discover I don't need to change myself at all, she likes me the same. M and I fall in love, slowly at first, but then we become full on mad for each other. I meet her parents, she meets mine, we do so many things together, the ideal couple. One night, she tells me to come over. Her parents are out, and she lets me into the house. We go up to her room, and sleep together for the first time, without protection. I am a virgin, she is not, but I know she is clean (She had been tested every three months prior), and I am ready. Our relationship deepens greatly from then on , and we have (protected) sex many more times. This goes on for a month until one night, she feels terrible. Like she lost all happiness and faith in life, and she needs to be away from her parents. I console her, then sneak her into my room for a night. Her parents call in the morning. I lie. A policeman shows up, and I tell the truth, and we break up, simply because she isn't so sad anymore. I'm heartbroken.
Now this is the true purpose of this post. My mother, kind though she is, isn't furious that I snuck a girl into my house, that I hid her from her parents. My mother cant stand the fact I had sex before I was married. She was irate, for whatever reason. This is my message to all parents concerned about their children's sex lives.
You most likely love your children very much, and want to protect them. Sex is something you share with someone you love. Does making that love official and binding suddenly legitimize the act of reproduction? No, sex means a lot to some, and little to others. If you treat it with respect, it's not going to be a big deal, unless you make it one. Safe sex is easy. Pill, condom, done. Now don't get me wrong, it's not 100% effective, but there are a colossal number of teens who don't practice safe sex. And that isn't DIRECTLY because their parents let them have sex, it's because they didn't learn about it. If you keep sex from them, they are going to stumble headfirst into it, as I did. Sex is a gift to be shared among lovers, not a stamp you get on a marraige certificate.
I have practiced safe sex to this day, and will continue to for the rest of my life.