Passionate Fears

I went to a passion party this evening and it was interesting.  Not interesting in that I learned things existed about sex that I didn't know, but interesting in a way that I feel like maybe I'm not as terrified about sex as the world thinks I should be.  Apparently, putting my mouth on a penis is supposed to be gross and tickling an anus is so faux paux that the mere mention of a book.  Just a book, should elicit scrunched faces and quiet disgust.  Now by no means do I think the Passion Party line is to blame for this, I think it is solely the crowd that was attending the party, as over half of the women had never heard of kegal exercises.  Now, please don't misunderstand me, there in nothing wrong with a lack of knowledge.  I only mention this as a fact of world.  It is our world that creates women that are terrified of sex, or at least pretend to be terrified of sex.  The weird thing is, this fear is so prevalent that when I'm in a room full of these women I become terrified to share my sexual experiences and sexual knowledge.  I become terrified because I wonder if they'll look at me with the same disgust.