" My sexual education had been Graham sitting my twelve-year-old self down in the kitchen with a banana, strawberry, and a big hole carved in a watermelon. He’d caught me with a nudey magazine, groaned out loud in annoyance, and told me to go to the kitchen. “You’ll be thirteen soon. It’s time you know about sex. This is your penis.” He showed me the banana. “This hole in the watermelon is the woman’s vagina.” “What’s the strawberry?” I pointed to the little solitary fruit as it lay next to the watermelon. “That’s the woman’s clitoris, but we’ll get into that later.” He rubbed his beard. “That may be too much for you right now, anyway. Too advanced. Let’s just focus on the basics. You put the banana in here, but remember, do not put it in before she gives you permission. "

― Kenya Wright , Wildfire Gospel (Santeria Habitat, #3)