As a teenager, I lived for conversations about sex. Primarily because I was a saint by force growing up in the late 1990s, and my folks wouldn�t have it any other way. Who needed a chastity belt when I lived in one?  My folks lived out in the country, never left the house for more than two hours, had bars on the windows, and blocked off the house�s bedrooms. I couldn�t get a dude in and out if I tried.
But I digress.
My discussions with my teenage friends mostly took cues from the great lovers of our time � Jodeci. Silk. Dru Hill. Ginuwine. Lil Kim. We swapped stories that often mimicked whatever R&B crooner was hot at the moment. Or whatever was on BET Uncut.
We often argued about the best ways of finally having sex or what we called �getting it in,� albeit safety and STDs often took a backseat to the actual deed.  Becoming or getting someone pregnant often ended the conversation.  Many of my male friends, however, often offered the tried and true technique that �their boy� used.
Intrigued, we�d ask them to reveal this secret.
�So what is it? A condom? Two?� I�d ask with a straight face.
�Naw, girl,� he�d say shaking his head with the wisdom of 1000 lovers past.
�It�s an unspoken rule. If you not carrying, you just pull out.�
Um, what?
Which is the same reaction I had when a friend of mine sent me a link to the song �She Said Don�t Cum in Me.� You�d think this joint was a spoof sketch from Dave Chappelle or The Boondocks.
A young woman soulfully croons the song�s title while the �rapper� spins a tale about �bottom bitches� and his bag of sexual tricks.  The video had bikinis, beaches, bass, and candles. Yup, this is a perfectly fine example of a safe sex public service announcement if I ever did see and hear one.
Here�s what I don�t understand, folks.  With all the scary shit surrounding sexual diseases and teenage pregnancy in the United States, is there really room for songs like this? Even scarier: these artists don�t need the radio to transmit this crap anymore. You got WorldStar, YouTube, and Twitter.  I would say MySpace but�well, okay. . . Myspace. More importantly, you have a technologically savvy generation of youth.