Growing up, I was what most people would likely consider to be sheltered. I had a curfew. I wasn’t allowed to watch Disney movies that were too magical. I didn’t have Barbies. I once left the mom and dad dollhouse dolls hugging on a bed, and didn’t get why that was a problem with my friend’s very strict mom (and I mean, I was like… six. I still don’t get why she assumed the worst. Seriously.) I thought kissing made babies for longer than I care to admit. So, it’s probably no surprise that even today, while I am less conservative than my parents in some ways, and my…