FOR Tiffany Leong, growing up in Malaysia meant sex was “a word censored on the radio, a deleted movie scene and a topic hastily swept under the dining table before your mom turns green”.
Growing up, sex was nothing but a box you ticked to declare whether you’re a boy or a girl on the identification form. Sex was a word censored on the radio, a deleted movie scene and a topic hastily swept under the dining table before your mom turns green.
Back home in Malaysia, sex is a myth.
Coming from a moderately conservative Chinese family, I have lived by my mom’s one-and-only sex-related advice: it is a “gift” reserved only for the man you marry in the future. Otherwise, sex is something “evil” or “sinful”, had only by people who are too young or too drunk to remember. Sex is a caught-up-in-the-heat-of-the-moment mistake for the hormonally-charged teens who obviously “don’t know any better”, with teen pregnancy as the worst-case-scenario.
Indeed, sex can ruin your future. I have heard of real-life cautionary tales where a friend’s friend’s friend’s friend knocked up a girl, quit college and resorted to selling mobile phones for a living. The couple got married before the baby was born, and divorced shortly after. In most cases, there is no happily-ever-after – except more diapers to change and life decisions to regret. So, how does one go down the road less taken?
As for the rest of us, while feeling secretly relieved that we have yet to become parents, sex is still a thorny topic that could prick the curious. Sex education doesn’t exist in my country – you learn it from movies like American Pie (worst example possible), or your equally ignorant peers who giggle at the names of reproduction organs.
Sex is often scandalous too, commonly associated with blurry homemade videos and rumours that spread like wildfire. Back in my high school, girls who are believed to have had sex will be automatically labelled the “S” word – with her reputation and social life at risk.
All this fuss about sex seems to be in stark contrast with Melbourne, however, where there appears to be more freedom. All you need to do is look around at the number of strip clubs there are. And then there are those crazy O-week “sex-capades” I’ve heard about. Admittedly, I was delightfully horrified when I was told of a certain residential college where you could even earn “unofficial” room points from sleeping with someone!
But as time passes and we grow older, some things are changing. Condoms are no longer that big a deal, now used as a birthday prank to pull on your friends. But I still wonder when we will ever openly and appropriately address the topic of sex in Malaysia.
The author will be washing her mouth with Listerine after counting the number of times the word “sex” has appeared in the article. This is not to say she is a shy, socially inept Asian girl who blushes at the sight of the opposite sex. She does have a boyfriend – but all stereotypes and comments are welcomed.
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