In my next class, “Sexual Purity,” they were bound to take attendance, so I couldn’t very well just not show up. I thought a bit about what the consequences might be if I were to skip one of my classes, but in the end, since I knew that some of my friends would in there with me, I decided to just bite the bullet and attend. Read the rest of the story รยป
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It’s striking that they would target boys for sexual repression while women are relegated to second class citizen status. It seems that sex is primarily a lever for domination.
I absolutely think that repressing sexuality is a means of control. Although I think they repress the girls’ sexuality as well (while denying its existence).
This is my favorite part:
LOL, absurd as that sounds, like almost every detail in the book, that’s based on reality.
Back in my BYU daze, my boyfriend recounted to me exactly that — fantasizing about a temple wedding first so that the sex part wouldn’t be a fantasy of fornication. I thought that was the most hilarious thing ever, but then when I thought about it a bit more, I remembered that as a teen I’d tried a variant of the same strategy: trying to substitute a fantasy involving a happily married couple instead of imagining fornication (to diminish the sin quotient of the whole business). But it didn’t work well — I guess it just wasn’t erotic enough for my perverted teenage brain ๐ — so I abandoned that tactic pretty quickly, which is why I’d nearly forgotten about it until my boyfriend reminded me.
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