I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.
Liking sex is not a prerequisite for intelligence or maturity. It does not factor in your worth.
You are not obligated to like or even tolerate “classic literature,” no matter what the people who are supposed to tell you otherwise tell you. The concept of “literary merit” is itself arbitrary.
You don’t deserve to be exposed to sexual situations without your say-so.
You are loved. You are loved. You are loved.