Virginity
So the other day I was watching this documentary on youtube called "The Virgin Daughters." It is about a purity ball and fathers striving to protect their daughter's virginity. The young girls (some of them as young as 5) would promise to wait until they were married to have sex, or hell, even kiss for that matter. According to the comments, many of the viewers found this horrifying. I found it to be very interesting.
Being from a Christian home and background, I could relate, although as far as my father was concerned, my virginity was none of his business. But once (when I was too young to know any better) I made a vow to God that I would remain a virgin until my wedding night. Even though I have only had sex with one person, I did not make it to the wedding day with him. I was 22 when I lost my virginity. I had managed to remain abstinent throughout my hormone addled teen years and after it happened, I felt that I had blown it. I would never be a virgin again. I was so disappointed. Not only because I had failed to keep my promise, but because it had not lived up to my expectations.
I had always imagined sex for the first time to be this big momentous thing--painful but passionate and mind-blowingly romantic. The real thing was quicker than I thought it would be, it didn't hurt, and it was far from mind-blowing. That's not to say it wasn't good, it was. I enjoyed it. It just wasn't so good that I could see why people make such a big deal over it. I could never regret doing it because the act of fornication gave me my beautiful son. What I do regret, however, is marrying the guy. We are going through a divorce now. I have to admit, though, that the sex before we were married was by far better than any of the sex we had after we became husband and wife. Huh. Funny how that works.
Being from a Christian home and background, I could relate, although as far as my father was concerned, my virginity was none of his business. But once (when I was too young to know any better) I made a vow to God that I would remain a virgin until my wedding night. Even though I have only had sex with one person, I did not make it to the wedding day with him. I was 22 when I lost my virginity. I had managed to remain abstinent throughout my hormone addled teen years and after it happened, I felt that I had blown it. I would never be a virgin again. I was so disappointed. Not only because I had failed to keep my promise, but because it had not lived up to my expectations.
I had always imagined sex for the first time to be this big momentous thing--painful but passionate and mind-blowingly romantic. The real thing was quicker than I thought it would be, it didn't hurt, and it was far from mind-blowing. That's not to say it wasn't good, it was. I enjoyed it. It just wasn't so good that I could see why people make such a big deal over it. I could never regret doing it because the act of fornication gave me my beautiful son. What I do regret, however, is marrying the guy. We are going through a divorce now. I have to admit, though, that the sex before we were married was by far better than any of the sex we had after we became husband and wife. Huh. Funny how that works.