Even as an adult, my husband loves Seinfeld and when I watch it with him I think it’s funny, but the sexual themes in it make me uncomfortable. I’m glad I didn’t watch it as a child.

Like you my TV viewing peaked as a preteen. In that magic time between getting home from school and when the folks got home from work. 2 solid hours every day. And Saturday morning, at least 2 hours. And maybe some at night, but nothing really stands out.

Being a pre-teen in the pre-cable age probably made a difference in what I was watching. The big three networks and scattered UHF stations didn’t really have that much that was racy. There was much to be learned about the roles of men and women, but not so much about sex.

Even something like ads for bras had them displayed on clear mannequins, or had women wearing them OVER a sweater.

Love American Style stands out as an exception as a TV show that talked more about sex. But it was pretty campy.

So I would say that TV shaped my ideas about men and women’s roles, but as far as sex - it wasn’t discussed on TV, and it wasn’t discussed in my family.

I don’t remember watching all that much TV in high school, to be honest…but when I was younger, I had my share of afternoon cartoons and shows my mom liked, like Magnum P.I., Murder She Wrote, and Star Trek. Guess I’m a murder mystery lovin’ nerd for a reason? I also remember watching my grandmother’s shows, like Young & the Restless and The Price is Right. Not anything that really set my sexuality though.

But if you are looking for something that I am pretty sure DID shape my sexual views, I guess you could say watching my biological dad’s hidden Playboy videos, finding a copy of my mom’s Kama Sutra’s illustrated sexual positions art book, and some pornographic video my cousin was watching while babysitting me iin the kindergarten age might have had some impact. All I can tell you is that I have memories of maturbation since the age of 5 - although at that age it was just a feel good spot in that general area, nothing too premeditated or accurate. But I was “role-playing” with my masturbation by the time I was 8 or so, with emphasis on being unaware that the bad guy was the “great guy in bed” although I was pretending to be unaware it wasn’t the good guy. I blame that fantasy on the movie Revenge of the Nerds, specifically the part where the nerd dresses up in a costume posing as the cheerleader’s boyfriend - and she ends up liking his sexual technique better. I never forgot that. I’m sure I wasn’t a teenager yet when I first saw that movie.