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Sex Ed: Horsing Around

(Excerpt from soon-to-be-published 'Womb Man' )

When I was eight, Mom and Dad decided to have our mare Stormy bred. And they decided it would be a good idea to let me observe the process, since I wasn’t asking the usual “where do babies come from?” question and they thought it was high time I knew.

So on the appointed day, Larry Kirkwood brought his stallion Sandy over to our place. Then he proceeded to put a cruel-looking twitch on Stormy’s upper lip to help “control her” and to hobble her back feet and tie them to a rail in front of her using a rope so she couldn’t object to the breeding by kicking the stud.

That completed, Larry donned a long glove and shoved his hand and arm up Stormy’s rectum to haul out any manure she was carrying.

Finally, he gave Sandy his head and allowed him to mount Stormy.  Stormy’s immediate, alarming shrieks and Sandy’s huffing and snorting had me completely spellbound.

Finally, I asked Mom, “What are they doing?”

“They’re making a baby.”

I pondered that a little while and then asked, “Does everybody have to do that to make a baby?”

Mom (probably blushing) said, “Yes.”

“Did you and Daddy have to do that?”

She nodded.

Now, you have to remember: I was taking it all in: not just the act of procreation (Sandy mounting Stormy) but the “foreplay”: the twitch on the nose, the hobbling, being tied to a rail so no protest could be allowed, the whole nine yards.  From the mare’s perspective, it certainly didn’t look like a whole lot of fun to me!

So to say that I had a less-than-rosy attitude about this “making a baby” business is probably an understatement.

I don't think this event is what ultimately convinced me that abstinence was a viable, valuable option, but it may well have "informed" my opinion from a very young age--that's for sure!

 

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