As a young girl—ovaries yet to ripen and hymen still in intact—reading Judy Blume books were like porn for me … educational porn. My introduction to sex ed (and Judy Blume) started out innocently enough with menstrual cycles and Kotex pads in the seminal Are You There God It’s Me Margaret. From there, I read through the Blume library with a budding libido. Subjects moved on to more risqué topics like masturbation in Deenie (poor girl had scoliosis), boys getting math class erections in Then Again Maybe I Won’t (you bet I paid attention to long division after that book), and girl-on-top-sex in Forever (I definitely dog-eared that page). Keep reading »
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