Let’s Get Honest

I’m here to talk about virginity, and all that comes with it. It all started when I was 17, and the day I lost my virginity. I will never forget it, and here is why. I had this fantasy that losing my V-Card would be super romantic. That slo-mo-kissing-in-the-rain kind of romantic. Alas, it was not. It was in the back of my then boyfriend’s jeep. I was certainly not graceful in the weird bendy position I had to put myself in so he could slide into my lady-bits. It hurt like hell, I bled a little and it was over in 2.7 seconds because of the pain that a lot of women go through in that moment. So much for my sunset across the horizon in a ridiculously comfortable bed with candles all around that would surely be a fire hazard moment. It was awkward and scary and the moment of all moments. To me, it was one of the most important times in my young life, as it is for so many. But I learned something in the weeks that followed: I wasn’t the only one who experiences the cherry-popping in that not-so-romantic way. Since then, I learned that everyone’s experience is different. But most importantly, it was my choice, and I own that. For a lot of people, it was not their choice and that stays with them forever. But we all have to remember that no matter what your experience, be it awkward, special or scary, that moment does not have to define who we are as sexual beings. We can redefine our sexuality a thousand times over and it is up to us on how to do that. So, for those who lost their virginity young, or still have not experienced it, let’s define our sexualtity on our own terms. Let’s talk about it. Let’s get honest.