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If you can imagine emerging from this repressed background into the swinging 60s, equipped with a contraceptive pill that had only recently become the hugely popular and completely reliable form of birth control, you can also imagine how ill-prepared we all were for what was to follow.True, we’d been brought up to say ‘no’ to sex, but the only reason for that was because we might get pregnant.They rarely, if ever, hugged in front of me, and if ever the subject did come up they zipped their mouths.It’s true, my mother did thrust a booklet into my hands when I was about 12 which started: ‘The body is built of little bricks, called cells.’ There was a brief page on reproduction which referred to seeds – which I’d only ever seen in small paper packets named Carters – and that was about it.But now, armed with the pill, and with every man knowing you were armed with the pill, pregnancy was no longer a reason to say ‘no’ to sex. We had been brought up to kowtow to men, to defer to their wishes, to listen wide-eyed to their views.We hadn’t been brought up to insist on paying our way, or getting home on our own, or taking control of our own evenings and sleeping where and with whom we wished.
Because when it came to sex, we were, of course, the trailblazers for a completely new attitude, and blazing trails is always horribly uncomfortable.I just watched a hilarious video named "The Flip Side Dating".It shows different daily scenes about couples hanging out together like every boyfriend/girlfriend would do.We were the ones with the hacksaws and dust masks, clearing our way through the sexual undergrowth, getting covered with scratches and gashes and slipping into invisible swamps.It’s the people who follow afterwards who have the easier time, sauntering along the trodden path, picking roses along the way. It’s difficult to understand sex in the 60s without understanding what life was like before the 60s. At Woman magazine, where I worked a decade later, the journalists weren’t ever allowed to use the word ‘bottom’ – not even in ‘bottom of the garden’ or ‘bottom of the saucepan’.