Parents always want to give the best possible education, at least the one they can afford, to their children and in my case mine considered that the best option for my education was within the classrooms of a Catholic school, one of those where the teachers are priests or nuns and all the answers revolved around the figure of God and critical thinking and mischief is severely punished, even physically (with the authorization of your parents).
Evidently in this type of educational enclosures there are certain topics that are considered 'taboo', therefore they are not discussed (sex for example), so if the curiosity itches then you will have to endure the sting or find the answers by other means. In a previous publication, I had already told what happened to me when the priests found out about a certain venture I had started by selling my cousin's pornographic magazines to my friends (at that time there was no Internet), to the point that they almost expelled and excommunicated me, besides beating me with sticks, scolding and thousands of "our fathers" prayed in the chapel instead of recreation.
However, that event was the beginning of a certain flexibility in education, because as we grow up, our sensations change with our bodies and it is something that holy water and reading the bible cannot hide. Once, the biology teacher, a very old-fashioned priest, told us: 'boys, masturbation is a sin, it is the same as abortion, it is the opium of the students and blindness is the punishment for indulging in that sin', at that time I did not know what that was, but in view of the scolding I received for asking about sex I did not want to ask what that was all about, but my rebellious spirit told me: hey, we have to do something.
There was no way I was going to ask my father what masturbation was all about, mainly because he was to blame for leaving my education in the hands of those religious fanatics. My only option was my cousin, the one with the magazines I stole to sell to my friends, he's older than me and goes to college, he must know what masturbation is. I remember his explanation was very graphic, he simply closed his hand as if pretending he had a tube and shook it like a bottle of ketchup, and then the phrase: 'it's this but on your dick. I know, the gift of gab is not my family's best trait.
Of course, after I found out what this business is all about I have to tell you that the priest was wrong, I still have very good eyesight.
