When I was in public school some twenty-five years ago, there were absolutely nothing on sexual intercourse—straight or otherwise—in the library.
Well, outside of a pamphlet based on a filmstrip featuring Bill Cosby that we watched one time in health class. I don’t remember much about it, because I got sent out into the hallway as I kept referencing Gordon Gartrelle-designed condoms.
Times have changed though, and Norman school libraries are now apparently one step below a Patricia's magazine rack, housing the sleaziest, sickest and probably coolest material that children can check out for two weeks at a time.