I remember how I learned about sex. I must have been 7 or 8. We had one of those old-time encyclopedia sets at home where there are 16 books filled with just… encyclopedia stuff. So, I directed my hand about three-quarters down the shelf and picked up the Rhinoceros—Uterus volume, in search of the entry on “sex.” It was a word I had heard before but only in the context of it being something people didn’t want to talk about around me.

Within some 25 seconds, my mouth was agape, and I felt truly guilty for possessing this forbidden knowledge.