Since Dad wasn't around, my mom never really stopped to consider giving me the talk. The truth of the matter is, she's hardly bold enough to discuss sexual matters in a frank and open tone. I was an inquisitive child when I was younger (still am), and naturally I looked up everything I needed to know in a medical encyclopedia. Her only words of advice were, "Don't bring any children home," not that I planned to. In fact, I think Mom's so shy about sexual stuff that she can't even say the word "penis." She uses the Greek term, poullaki, which is also translated as "little bird."
(Heh, little does she know, right fellas?)
Not that I don't love Mom dearly, but I wish she were more available for me in that respect growing up. Of course, my brother, being the night as I am to the day, was prematurely out there getting his screw on and Mom had to worry herself sick about what he was doing behind closed doors. Me, I was the shy kid who just kept his nose in the books; as it follows, I didn't lose my virginity until I almost graduated high school. I had my "whore phase" in college, but I knew that I had to wrap it up every time and I played it safe. (I wasn't really aware of my size either until I started messing around. No wonder the "average Joe" sized condoms weren't fitting!)
You know what, though? Kids nowadays surprise me. When I was 10, sex was the last thing on my mind, and I remember reading about gonorrhea breakouts among ten, eleven, and twelve year old children here last year. I don't know if kids are starting too quickly, don't know how to deal their hormones, and they are afraid to approach their parents, or what. Though I can't say Mom did me a great disservice by keeping sexual stuff hush-hush around me, but I regret not getting a good "talk." Maybe if she weren't so shy, I wouldn't have felt so awkward my first time... I dunno...