There is a “correct sex” according the the Little Pebble cult. It involves a lot of yogurt.

In first grade I had a crush on this boy. We were in art class standing in line to show the teacher what we did and I got to stand next to him. I was so excited. So excited that I suddenly needed to pee. I was dancing around because I didn’t want to leave the line. So eventually what happened was I knew it was coming out and in my embarrassment I looked him dead in the eye and peed my pants.