Virginity: what is it good for?
Virginity is the one thing that you can't get back again once you've given it up.
Why would anyone want it back? Who are these people? I could not get it rid of it soon enough, and I do sincerely regret taking so damn long (although, it is not as if it was all my fault; I did not really have any opportunities, and then I obviously had no idea about how I was supposed seek out any opportunities). If it were not for the recollection of that disturbing and mysterious encounter with Irwin as described in The Bell Jar, etched into my frontal lobe, I might have "discarded my virginity" somewhere in central Europe (well, most likely, in Brno). That was a time of life when I was quite intent on losing it and at last, the opportunities were clear and present, but I had decided that it was best to be near a clinic at which I knew that I was insured and where I was certain that I could communicate with the doctor should anything like filling my shoe with blood occur as a result of the intrusive experiment. I was genuinely afraid. If it is not stifling and extreme Christianity, then it is the semi-autobiographical writings of a clinically depressed literary talent that holds a girl back from kick-starting her sex life.
Why would anyone want it back? Who are these people? I could not get it rid of it soon enough, and I do sincerely regret taking so damn long (although, it is not as if it was all my fault; I did not really have any opportunities, and then I obviously had no idea about how I was supposed seek out any opportunities). If it were not for the recollection of that disturbing and mysterious encounter with Irwin as described in The Bell Jar, etched into my frontal lobe, I might have "discarded my virginity" somewhere in central Europe (well, most likely, in Brno). That was a time of life when I was quite intent on losing it and at last, the opportunities were clear and present, but I had decided that it was best to be near a clinic at which I knew that I was insured and where I was certain that I could communicate with the doctor should anything like filling my shoe with blood occur as a result of the intrusive experiment. I was genuinely afraid. If it is not stifling and extreme Christianity, then it is the semi-autobiographical writings of a clinically depressed literary talent that holds a girl back from kick-starting her sex life.