Introduction to Sex

       "Been sucking dick and turning tricks, long before I ever had the cereal." - JJ
As a young "black-ish" girl, growing up in a project, the sexual violation of a child was not foreign to me. I, myself was introduced to sex and things of that nature at the age of three; for now I will refer to it as abuse, continued until I was seven. When I was nine years old, my mother took me to a counselor and confronted me with a most particular story. I will not retell the story because as an adult I choose not to live in my past, however I will say the moral of the story, she heard some very bad things happened to me.
Understand that as a child I did not comprehend Good and Bad, I knew when something was right and when something was wrong. So when I heard this story I immediately thought, well no she has it all wrong, nothing bad happened to me. I didn't think that I was hurt in anyway because other then being beat I didn't know pain. My understanding as a child was this person loved me and cared about me and would never hurt me so everything that was happening was normal and okay, no matter how old I was.
This time in my life was very important and later on I will write of my educational experiences during this age but I think it important to make special reference to this time. My early introduction to an adult activity, taught me early that willingness to please can be both a creative and a destructive power. Through my life both uses are highlighted and will be discussed later on but I want to make very clear, I do not think what happened to me as a child was destructive or bad.
I am NOT advocating on behalf of child molesters and sexual relationships of any kind, with persons not yet mature enough to understand the emotional and chemical effects of sex, is wrong. However, I was not abused, nor am I a victim; my relationship though misunderstood and unhealthy did not hurt me. I did not understand what was actually taking place but never once did I feel fear or in danger. Its important to understand that more important then the facts is my perception of what happened.