Sexuality Happens

I had “the Birth Control” talk with my younger sister. For those of you new to the blog, you can read about my reticence to acknowledge my sister (now 18, she was 17 at the time) as a sexual being in this post.

But she’s 18, and I was sexually active before then. Ergo, it’s silly for me to be squeamish about it. I think part of the problem is that we don’t really get along, we’ve never been close, and we’re VERY different (She colors her hair too; to a honey golden brown. She wanted to be a cheerleader. She’s dated more people by the end of her Sr. year in HS than I have in my life).

Regardless, she’s now on a medication which governmentally requires her to get on birth control, whether or not she is sexually active (or is active with men). And she asked me (on the phone, of course) for advice on which type she should get on.

I gave her the cons and pros of the four she was considering…and kinda sorta accidentally told her I have a small vagina, and that the only time my NuvaRing has ever popped out was when it got stuck on the end of my wooden dildo. Helloooooo TMI. I also talked to her about getting full STI panels, etc.

I did it, and I didn’t flip out. I gave her the information like I’d give any of my friends, or youth that I work with. I didn’t panic. And I even bought her a sex book for her HS graduation present.

I’m learning and growing myself…slowly, but surely.