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Teen-Age Sex Clubs
CHAPTER ONE - TEEN-AGE SEX AS AN ORGANIZED ACTIVITYIT IS HARDLY POSSIBLE today to open a daily newspaper without at least one report of a break-up by law enforcement officers of a high-school gang engaged in anti-social behavior, most commonly drug abuse or petty larceny. Newspaper reports, especially reports in sensation-seeking newspapers, many responsible parents will claim, are not true indicators of current events. In this they are correct--but in the sense opposite to that which they think.We know, and our researchers have further substantiated this, that the cases that are reported in the press are less than eight percent of actual cases uncovered and hushed up. Moreover it can be categorically stated that sex, either overt or sublimated, is an important factor in every anti-social group activity among adolescents.A case--one which we could repeat a hundred times from our files--will best illustrate this. The events took place in a middle class suburban community in Indiana. The press at the time reported the involvement of twenty-six youngsters of from eighteen years in such relatively innocuous activities as smoking marijuana, drinking beer and shoplifting at local department stores and supermarkets. The true story behind this report (which the local newspaper blew up out of all proportions to the material it presented its readers) is far more grotesque and terrifying. That it was not reported at greater length is due to the influence various parents, clergymen and politicians were able to exert on reporters and publishers--because their own children were involved. This suppression of news goes on all the time all across the country: parents in well-to-do communities get police, juvenile court judges and newspapers to play down the misdoings of their children while crime, perversion and misconduct in the poorer sections of society and in the ghetto areas get no mention in the papers either, because they are considered too commonplace.The true facts in the Indiana case we have mentioned are these: --Fifty-four youngsters were involved, ranging from girls of eighteen up. At least four adults were also implicated, including a teacher at another school and a scoutmaster.--Marijuana parties were never just that. As is almost inevitably the case, they were part of larger "happenings" in which the Mexican weed was little more than a catalyst for mild sexual orgies. --Drugs seized by the police included large quantities of amphetamines, barbiturates and smaller quantities of heroin and cocaine.--Burglaries in stores were not haphazard. The target was frequently drug stores from which large quantities of contraceptive pills and sundry contraceptive devices were systematically looted for distribution among the members of the gang. Other burglaries were organized to raise money for drugs and marijuana.--The gang had an "insurance fund" to which each member was expected to contribute $2.00 a month. The purpose was to pay for abortions in case of unwanted pregnancies.--The daughter of an assistant principal at the high school was one of the five victims of a local medically-unqualified abortionist who induced miscarriages in teenage girls for a fee of $175 each--after first extracting "payment" from the unfortunate girls in the form of perverted sex acts.--Another girl, member of the high school marching band, raised the abortionist's fee by selling her body --at five dollars a time--to trucksters who frequented a local greasy spoon cafe. She had become pregnant as the result of misconduct with a boy from another school "on the other side of the tracks" and, as a result, the "trustees" of the abortion "insurance fund" declared her to be ineligible for its dubious benefits. --One eighteen-year-old girl whose father, a prominent professional man in the community, had strict ideas about the value of money and gave his daughter an allowance that did not allow her to spend as lavishly as her peers, took to prostitution to raise the money she felt she required to purchase marijuana and drugs, clothes and records, so as to keep up with her classmates.--Three of the boys, members of the football team, were implicated in a homosexual ring that was associated with a local politician with links to the Mafia. All references to homosexuality were expunged from police and court records through outside intervention from a source whose name has not been divulged. The boys involved were not natural homosexuals; one of them in fact boasted of having "fathered" at least two and possibly four of the aborted embryos. --Medical examination showed that among the fifty-four youngsters involved there were two cases of syphilis, seven of gonorrhea, twenty-two infestations with crab lice, twenty-two cases of venereally communicable diseases of a lesser nature. Of the twenty-six girls examined not one was a virgin.We can and should blame parents and educators for their contribution to this sort of decline in adolescent morals. Parents who force nine-year-old girls into training bras, false eyelashes, wiglets and high heels, who smile benignly at pre-teen dating and "going steady," who arrange petting parties and kissing games for their ten-year-old offspring, who set a poor example by their own lack of moral standards, whose general behavior around the home and with friends can be compared at best to those of an alley cat, should hardly be surprised when their children, imitating their example, indulge in abuses and excesses with the cruelty and abandon that only children are fully capable of.With the break-up of the family unit as our parents and their parents knew it, and with the lack of a good example (or any leadership example) from home, children inevitably turn to the peer group for approval and support. It is the peer group that gives the semblance of strength and acceptance to the individual and the peer group that encourages and abets promiscuous sexual behavior. It is the peer group that sets the standard of behavior and conduct. It is the peer group that channels defiance against parents and educators in the most potent channel available to the young protester: sexuality.The danger as we see it is not that children are exposed at too early an age to sexual conduct and practices. Nothing in our studies and research has indicated precocious sexual conduct per se sets an indelible harmful mark on the future development of the child's personality unless other extraneous factors are present to occasion this. The danger to the child is that sexual activity becomes a function of group approval and a concomitant to rebellious anti-social behavior in general. It is imperative, therefore, that parents and educators be aware of the extent and the ramifications of organized sexual activities among teenagers today.Superficial statistics do not tell the real picture. One sample survey undertaken by the Oneida Institute, shows, for instance that in a certain high school in an upper middle-class community in southern California, 14.29 percent of girls aged eighteen were, technically, no longer virgins; 16.38 percent of boys of that age had performed coitus with a female at least once; 1.47 percent of the girls in that age group had become pregnant at one time or another and had either dropped out of school, married or (since this was a well-to-do community) had managed to obtain abortions. In a neighboring community chosen because of its statistical similarity, the figures in the same age group were 22.31 percent, 24.72 percent and a startling 4.91 percent. There was one significant difference between the two schools (as there was between the two communities): the first is one where individuality is highly prized; the second is one where all activity is directed towards group approval. Pupils in the first school scored an average of 11.2 points higher on the Brandeis University Personality and Motivation Index Scale and sample interviews confirmed that their activity in class and outside of school was strongly motivated by family and personality-inspired goals; pupils in the second school felt themselves under continuous challenge and scrutiny by their fellows and, significantly, there were at least three "sex clubs" active among pupils of that school of which our investigators were informed--one of them tending towards homosexuality and other sexual inversions, one a rather snobbish and exclusive group and one that was associated also with a motor-cycle group, a drag-racing group, and various shoplifting, vandalism, marijuana-smoking and drug abuse groups.Correlating sexual activity with the results of the BUPMIS score showed us that the difference in statistical measurement can be attributed almost entirely to the fact that the less mature and the less stable of the pupils, whose emotional maturity had not yet reached the stage where they could "under their own steam" have entered a full sexual relationship, had been "encouraged" to do so by the group. These were immature youngsters, therefore, whom Nature had wisely kept in check against the emotional entanglements and personal problems that precocious sex could--and in most cases did--bring in its train. The group condonement of early and promiscuous sexual activity clearly led them into activities for which they were still by far too immature--with the resulting frighteningly high scale of unwanted pregnancies, always a sure indicator of deep-lying sexual problems.Pam, a gawky eighteen-year-old who may one day become quite a beautiful girl if she only learns to restrain her excessive use of layers of cosmetics, eyeshadows and false lashes and cut down on her intake of candy, cake and greasy fried foods, told the interviewer how she had become involved in the sex group at this school."We moved here from Boston about a year ago. Dad got a new job with one of the big computer companies and we all moved here. I didn't fit in well in school. All the girls seemed much more grown up than the girls I'd been used to going to school with. They all drove cars and wore their skirts very short and they were allowed to stay up until midnight on weekdays and till any hour on weekends and vacations. They always had money for new clothes, too. I couldn't make any friends. Life was too different for me here than what I was used to."Then I found there was one group you had to be in with to get anywhere, I mean to have some social life. I noticed that if they liked you, you had it made with everyone. I felt like such an ugly duckling and nobody seemed to want to be friends with me. I asked one of the girls who'd moved here about half a year before me what it took to get accepted, and she sort of laughed at me and said "You've got to know how to put out." She said it in a very sneering way, like, and I felt that it was because she was too fat and she wore these big round glasses.They were getting ready to have some sort of a big party. They didn't say anything officially but they kind of whispered it around and they were very busy with all sorts of things, and those of us who were outsiders all wanted more than anything else to get an invitation. I think I told some of the girls in Biology how much I wanted to go. Anyway, just before I got ready to go home that day, I was stopped by a boy called Elmer. I didn't like him and lots of other girls didn't like him either but he was a tough kid and we knew he was very important in the in-group. He asked me if I wanted to get an invitation and of course I said 'Yes.' He said it wasn't easy, that five kids applied for every one who got invited, that you had to show you fitted in and that you were a good sport and all that. I started telling him that I thought I was and I told him why, but he said he wasn't interested. He said deeds spoke louder than words and I'd have to prove it. He asked me where I lived and I told him and he said he'd pass our home at seven thirty and I should be ready when he blew the horn and then he'd take me for a ride."I told my mother I was going to go with some of the kids from school to do our homework together. She doesn't ever ask a lot of questions. She doesn't care who my friends are or if I have any friends at all but she's very particular that I know how to behave 'like a lady.' That's all she ever says: 'Remember you're a growing young lady and you'd better behave like one or if you don't nobody'll want to be friends with you.' I know she wasn't right because who you really need to know if you want to get in on anything doesn't give a damn if you're a lady or a tramp, all they want to know is how can you help them in return."Elmer had this real way-out crazy car, like it was bits from 1922 or something and bits from 1950 and bits like right out of the next century with chrome and glass. He built it himself and inside it was done over like a harem with bits of fake fur and silky drapes and a great big seat with huge cushions."I asked him where we're going. He said 'That's what we're going to find out.' He tried to sound like he was James Bond. He didn't make much of an impression on me though. We drove around a bit then we picked up these two boys and a girl at a soda fountain. I knew them all; they were seniors at our school. They got in in the back, the girl between the boys and they started necking and making dirty jokes about me and the boy I was with. His name was Elmer. Then we drove off through the back lot of a supermarket and they went over some gravel and stopped by the trees."The two boys and the girl in the back had been smoking. I knew it was pot. They passed it to Elmer and he took a deep puff and then he passed it to me and showed me how to smoke. I coughed and my eyes went red and he kept on showing me how to take it down and keep it there but I couldn't because I was coughing. I'd never had it before but I wasn't going to say no and show I wasn't a good sport."Elmer got his arms around me then and started kissing me with his mouth open. I didn't dislike him enough to want to push him away. He was alright and he knew how to kiss. Then he tried to put his hand in my blouse. A lot of boys had tried to do that but I never let them. My mother said you shouldn't ever let a boy get below the neck or above the knee. Besides they say it makes your breasts get flabby if you let somebody play with them when you're young. I'd had boys try to get fresh with me that way before but I'd never let them get under my bra, though. But this Elmer was more experienced than I thought because before I knew it he had my blouse right open and my bra off. He threw it over the back seat with a loud laugh and he said to Humph and Horace--that was the two boys in the back and the girl with them was Isabel--That's number one!' and they all laughed."He stroked my breasts, very softly at first so it felt quite good and I could feel them tightening up and the nipples standing out like they do when you're cold or when you watch a scary movie. And then he started kissing me on the breasts. I didn't know what to say. I didn't really know that grown boys would want to do that. It was really weird. I don't know if it was the pot that did it or the way he kissed and sucked but I suddenly found myself floating away like on a cloud as if I didn't know what was happening and I didn't really. But I knew I wasn't floating really because he'd pushed me down on the front seat and I was lying there with him on top of me. They were giggling and laughing on the back seat. Then he was sitting on top of me, very heavy, he's about a hundred and eighty pounds. He was sitting on my tummy and then he undid his zip and his thing popped out. I never really saw one before in my whole life. I mean I'd seen my brothers when they were little and I know I once saw my dad's thing when I was a little girl and I got very frightened, but I'd never seen a man's thing properly and he had it a few inches in front of my face, very hard and red. He told me to hold it and I said no and then he slapped me hard a couple of times across the face with the back of his hand and I knew I'd better do what he said, so I held it just like he told me. It was really big; I couldn't get my hand all the way round it. He made me stroke it a bit and I could feel some sticky stuff coming out from the tip."Then he shoved it right in my face and told me to take it in my mouth. I shook my head and screamed and then he slapped me again and started choking me with his hands so I knew I didn't have any choice. He pushed it right in and it made me gag and choke, even worse than the pot. It tasted funny, like you know it wasn't really meat and it tasted a bit like fish and a bit the way it tastes when you swallow a bit of silver paper with a candy bar and it gets stuck in a filling. He was pressing his legs on my breasts too and I thought I was going to faint what with not being able to breathe and all that weight and the funny way I was feeling. I think I even passed out for a while and then he was off me and trying to get his hand up my skirt. I yelled at him and kicked and he called me all sorts of nasty names that made me ashamed because of the other three. I thought they'd come to my help, at least Isabel, but they didn't pay any notice. He got my skirt up and my legs apart and then he ripped off my panties and threw them over the back and said 'That's number two!' "Then he started pulling and squeezing at my cunt. It didn't help me any more to try and cross my legs because he'd got his hand in through the fleshy bit of my thighs anyway and there wasn't any way I could stop him. I couldn't even yell because he had his mouth on mine and he was soul kissing me with his tongue deep in my mouth. I thought I was going to wet myself. I had this feeling you get when you've got to go on the John and the teacher won't let you, you know sort of burning and bursting down there and I could even feel myself getting wet all over, not wet like when you can't go on the John but like you get when you read a good story or you laugh too much or when you're kissing a fellow for too long.