I learned about sex at a relatively young age when my older brother and sister showed me some porn they'd found. After that, well, I was pretty interested in sex.

I remember a time my Mom was watching "The Firm" on TV. I don't recall much about the film, except that at one point a very attractive woman was shot and killed. I remember thinking something along the lines of the shame it was that she died and about touching her breasts for my sexual pleasure, even though she was dead. It was my first necrophiliac thought and is something I've wondered about. I was probably no older than 10 or 11 at the time.

However, my Dad did die when I was 5, so I've pretty much always had some sort of a fascination with death. That probably contributed.