Sehks. We think we’re
comfortable talking about it, but we really aren’t. (I suffer from the inability to spell the
word correctly barring the one time I got it right for the title of this very
blogpost. Baffling, most girls just
giggle, but I had to be the one girl that degenerates intellectually).
A conversation between my gran, me and my subconscious (about
Sehks) went somewhat like this:
Gran: Do you have male
friends Lameez?
Me: … (Stop hesitating,
you must say something, eventually) … uuuuhh (hand gestures only work when you’re
actually speaking) uhhhmmmmmm mmmmm
(You’re humming now?) eeeeeeeehhh (What
the hell is that sound your making with your mouth?!)
Gran: It’s alright, you can tell me. But you must know, don’t have sex with
guys. They will promise you the sun,
moon and stars, but don’t do it.
Me: eeeeeeeehhhh
(Seriously?! Do you know words? Nod your head, it’ll be less
suspicious).
I feel like my entire generation has been misled when it
comes to sex education (brilliant, I’ve suddenly overcome my “misspelling-of-naughty-words-so-that-they-sound-less-naughty
disorder”). Adults encouraged us to talk
about it and ask questions (but not too many).
It was awkward, so we asked each other.
(Please, picture 13-year-old virgin girls talking about a naked, grown
man thrusting his privates into your privates.
It’s kind of traumatising to find out there’s a hole in your body you
didn’t know about).
I remember still
coming to terms with the puberty talk. The
area you thought was just useful for urinating will now have blood gushing from
it on a monthly basis, because of the child you’re not having. Naturally, I tried my best to pretend that my
childhood wasn’t over by thinking about more wholesome things like puppies and Jesus. It was easier to choose Jesus over puppies. The latter soon had a way of making me think
about the mechanics of reproduction.
I turned a blind eye but when I was 18, in Bio class, it all
caught up when our teacher made us draw and label sexual organs and watch a
slideshow about STDs. My eyes were shut
through the whole thing. She said images
of rotten privates were all over the internet and we could always Google it
later. (It’s been five years, I haven’t
Googled yet).
The giddy feeling I got when it came to sex has now
transformed into hysterical rage at the f’d up message the world is teaching us
about it. I’d just like to get through
one day, or rather one episode of a primetime sitcom, that doesn’t bombard my
unsuspecting mind with some vulgar idea about sex.
Example: I really liked watching Game of Thrones. It’s a
great story and I thought I could ignore the monstrous sex scenes. In the end I decided to stop watching the
show because it clashed with God’s perfect design for sex within a marriage.
I think my generation compromises when it comes to
relationships and sex because we’re not taught God’s design for it. A marriage is supposed to represent the
Gospel, our reconciliation with God. Christian
teenagers are taught to “save themselves” or “be pure” for their spouses
instead of being taught that their body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, we are
the bride of Christ and we have His righteousness. You’re not “saving yourself” because you love
your future spouse/ life partner. You’re
saving yourself because you love Jesus Christ and you want to glorify Him.
Some little girl is growing up with the perception that one
day a Prince (or Princess, now with these new, progressive, homosexual fairy tales)
will take her to be his wife and he’ll be mighty pleased to know she’s a virgin. The motivation is wrong. It’s been distorted not only by the world,
but by the countless relationship talks that lack the Gospel’s message of
unconditional love.
Could that little girl love the unlovable? Could that little girl love a guy who’s a
recovering a drug-addict and who’s basically “banged” his way to get a new
fix? I bet she’ll feel cheated once she’s
found that she’s been saving herself for a half-dead, fornicator. Can you blame her? Pastors have torn pieces of paper to represent
the soul ties that will take away pieces of her heart in an effort to stop her
from sleeping around. Nothing about a shredded piece of paper encourages you to love the unlovable. In fact, it only tells you not to be unlovable.
She was strictly told to give her whole heart to her spouse
because God wants her to have a happy marriage.
Although that’s true, the same emphasis wasn’t placed on giving her whole heart to Jesus Christ, surrendering all things for His perfect and good will
to reign in her life.
