Much ado about sex

Okay, this is how naive I am.

About two years ago, Moobs, TheCatLady* and I were out, having tea and spewing whatever nonsense that came to our minds.

Moobs and TheCatLady who were invariably more experienced than I was in all areas related to sex (in other words, I had none), were talking about the d.i.y. version of it, if you know what I mean.

Moobs: Sex toys blablabla sex toys blablabla showerhead pretty good?
TheCatLady: Oh YES, it's wonderful!
Me: What about it? Do you stuff it in?
*crickets chirping*

Come on. How would I know, right? I mean, it's not the usual sort of thing a simple-minded, small-town girl would know about. I think. I mean, I didn't know and I'm just assuming everyone's as kampung as I am.

Saying the word even is a problem, "Mmmaasstuur..." and it ends there.

Moobs says I've lived a sheltered life.

Well, call me a prude and slap me twice, then please help me get over this Catholic-packaged uncomfyness.

I need to talk about it.