I can vividly remember sitting at my dad’s kitchen table the day we had “the talk”.
“Boys will try to pressure you to have sex, but don’t do it. No one wants to marry a girl who fools around”.
That was the extent of my birds and bees talk. The idea that my sexuality was mine and that I could do whatever I wanted with it was completely foreign to him. To my father my sexuality was something to be controlled in accordance with what society deemed respectable behavior for an unmarried woman.