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I’ve been meaning to write a post about sex for a long time and I’m still gonna do it. But Matthew Paul Turner is doing such a great job right now of exploring it on his blog. You should check it out. In the meantime, I thought I’d share some thoughts about Matthew’s topic.
In this video he talks about sexual history and the story we bring to our relationships. I am deeply grateful to say that I grew up with parents who were very open and honest about sex in a way that made it easy to talk about it. I remember one time my soon to be wife came over to dinner and we started joking about an orgasm during dinner. Suffice it to say, she was a little embarrassed.
I grew up in a family where sex was good. It was whole. It was meaningful and playful. I got to see a deep and shared intimacy between my parents in a way that fostered that desire with my own wife. I was in essence given a tremendous permission to have sex. I remember the first time I saw the movie Private Benjamin and Goldie Hawn was having sex with her new husband in the bathroom, and she said, “I’m cumming.” I turned to my mom in the theater and asked her what that meant. And she just told me…right there in the theater. It was great. There was no shame.
There was tension though. My church took the traditional perspective of no sex before marriage and shamed people who did. I knew many friends who struggled deeply with the issue and had no recourse to even talk about it. What was ironic about the culture was that our pastor ended up getting caught in an affair. It just made me really question the culture that simply says, “No.” It’s just not that easy.
One of the things my parents did was instill a sense of value about our own bodies and dignity. We weren’t taught just to say, “No.” We were taught that we were deeply valuable and we just didn’t give ourselves away to anyone. Sadly, I lost that perspective in college. My own brokenness allowed me to lose sight of not just my own value but the women I had sex with.
So, what resonates with you? Did you grow up with permission or shame?












