When I was growing up, sex was not talked about. It was just there, not to be talked about by anyone but you and your partner. Once I got into high school, sex was cool. It wasn't talked about, but if you did it you were cool. But not once, not twice but three times this "cool" act was forced upon me. Because consent was not nessisary to them. After this, sex was disgusting to me. Bad. But then I met you, the one who taught me sex is not evil. It's actually good and is completely amazing when you have consent. And continually give consent. Because trust is amazing, and I've given all mine to you. Why? Why would I do such a stupid thing? Because when no is said, he backs off. Period.