Heh. I’m in my 60’s now, and have had two kids. I’m still sexually active and I like sex too.

This isn’t about being sexually frustrated (I’m not.) or even hating sex ( I don’t.), it’s just something I’ve thought a lot about and wondered on, hypothetically of course, so no worries, no one’s coming to steal peoples sexual organs.

But just imagine how it was like, back when you were a child, before thoughts or sexual desires existed for you, you’re life didn’t need or was involved with it and yet I’m sure as long as you weren’t being abused, life was good and you spent your time in other fulfilling pursuits.

Edit to add: reminds me of a Blues Traveler song, Hook. And then the lines:

No matter how much Peter loved her What made the Pan refuse to grow

And I’ll posit that it was carnal knowledge, so that he could stay a child of wonder and innocence, happy nonetheless.

Eh, just my thoughts.