Some weeks later, the topic shifted to what makes a family, and we dull suburban children learned about the fictional Serena’s rather unconventional family reunion (“This is Serena’s gay cousin and his 20-year partner. Our teacher sang a song about Josh and Jenny, fraternal twins with two eyes and ten toes each, and then-gasp!-mentioned Josh’s two testes and Jenny’s one vulva, presumably in an attempt to normalize dry, scientific discussion of the human body. I felt vaguely subversive when I got to the male and female figures’ respective groins (I have the nagging suspicion that my drawing did not include breasts, because at six, I had not yet even begun to consider that my chest could ever change shape). The class was fairly basic on the first day, I recall sketching a crude outline of a man and a woman and then labeling their body parts. When I was six years old, my parents enrolled me in a two month sex-ed class at our Unitarian Universalist church.
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