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        <title>The Vow - Part Two</title>
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        <summary>So, I promised to tell you the second part of last week’s story and here it is. Let’s recap. Our storyteller is twenty-three years old and she has not yet lost her virginity. She kept it because she made a...</summary>
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&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;So, I promised to tell you the second part of last week’s story
and here it is. Let’s recap. Our storyteller is twenty-three years old and she
has not yet lost her virginity. She kept it because she made a childhood pact
with two friends not to become a teenage statistic. No pregnancy, no nasty
diseases and no boring boyfriend problems, at least until graduation. But what
do you know, by the time graduation rolled around, she was the only that had
bothered to keep the vow. Fast-forward five years, and she still hadn’t gotten
around to letting go of it. Until now that is. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;There is little that I can say about this story because
the words will speak so beautifully for themselves. But I can’t resist saying &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;. Whilst I am not advocating the
keeping of virginity for all twenty-three year olds, there is something to be
said about such a dramatic life choice. This woman has had the time to get to know
herself. Because of this, she has a more realistic expectation of how this
experience might impact on her life. In fact, she coins one of the best
descriptions of virginity loss that I have ever heard: imperfectly perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;‘We are not designed for perfection and when
we stop trying to reach the unreachable we can have our own perfect life.
Imperfectly perfect works for me because I know that I am living my life for me
by me and more importantly I am living up to my own expectations.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Age and experience count for a lot when it comes to
virginity loss. Which reminds me of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/jan/18/relationships-love"&gt;a newspaper article that I have often
referenced&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt; on this blog. It had a quote in it that I loved:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;‘In an ideal world, you would wake up already in your
second relationship.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Now that would be tricky. But after listening to so many
heart-rending stories from young people, I do understand the sentiment. Sex and
love at a young age can be an unbearably intense experience. It would be
helpful if we could skip that crazy first love stage and get right down to a
relationship that actually works. Not that the crazy stuff ever really ends.
Sex and love &lt;em&gt;continue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt; to be an intense experience, no matter old we are but the
‘unbearable’ part has to be removed from the equation if you want contentment
in your day-to-day life. Age allows us to do this because we gain a more solid
sense of who we are and, as a result, we gravitate towards experiences that
genuinely add &lt;em&gt;value&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt; to our lives. Or at least we hope we do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Whilst I am here, I also wanted to say this. I had a
poignant moment of my own when I received this story. When I began this blog
two and half years ago, I didn’t think about where it was going to end up. I
certainly didn’t think that one day, from the far reaches of the earth; young
people would email and tell me about some of the most intensely personal
experience of their lives, moment by moment, as they are unfolding. I find that
very touching. I feel honoured to be included.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&amp;#0160; &lt;/span&gt;I hope that the resulting posts add value to&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt; lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Vow – Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;23
years of waiting and a third date is what officially ended a 10-year vow. I
made the decision to drop my promise several months ago but I did not expect to
meet someone so fast that would take my breath away and give me the feeling it
was finally right. Mason lives just over an hour out of state from me so we
spent a month talking before ever met in person. Our first date felt like a
meeting of old friends and our second felt like spending time with a long-term
partner. Our third date was set to be atypical, as we would be spending the
night together due to plans to attend a show out of state. The week before I
booked the hotel and on the day, I packed my bags and hopped onto the hour-long
ferry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;So many
thoughts raced through my mind in those 60 minutes, every thought you would
assume I could have raced around my mind a mile a second. Getting off the ferry
to his face sent flutters through every inch of me and his soft peck on my lips
had me unsteady on my feet. We stopped at his house to chat with his mother and
for him to pick up a few last minute things then set out for the two-hour drive
to our hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;In one
of our many conversations in the month before, we talked about his experience
and my lack there of and he was blown away by my strength to do something many
people have not. He told me he would wait for as long as I needed with no
expectation of having sex. His assurance only made me happier that we would be
together because it told me my mind came first before anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;We
hadn’t made our relationship official as of yet, although he did ask me if I
would like it to be over the phone. I told him I wouldn’t give my answer until
he asked me face to face, I knew that meant he’d have a full week before he
would have the opportunity to do so. The day of our trip, we spent eight hours
of conversation and then a lovely dinner without him making the move. I know it
was payback for withholding my answer, but I think making a commitment needs to
be in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Over
dinner I hinted how he turned me on and he unabashedly whipped me his 1000-watt
smile, which sparked a simmering fire in his eyes. Driving back to our room for
the night we chatted about the show we would see. He excitedly told me about
the cast and I engaged as much as I could over my burning desire to touch him.
By the time we got back to our hotel after dinner I was growing antsy for him
to ask me to be his girlfriend and just to be close to him again. Once back to
our room with several hours until the show things start to get heated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Kisses
turned to caresses, which moved to fevered need. He striped me down and began
let his lips do the talking, building the tight knot of desire deep within me.
When I was reduced to nothing but wreathing moans he lifted his mouth to mine
begging me a question. Giving him an answer or be denied his touch…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Cheating?
Yes. Wickedly delicious way to ask me to be his girlfriend? Hell yes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Realizing
he had beat me at my own game, I pulled back to look him in the eyes, letting
my words linger in my head before pressing a soft virile kiss to his ear, nipping
his lobe I growled ‘yes’. I immediately felt the shift between us and the
intensity bubbled over in our kissing. Like a match to kerosene he devoured me
taking us to new heights of bliss and beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Things
became a blur of passion at that point, him working me over with his lips until
I couldn’t take it anymore. Having gone over the edge twice against his touch I
decided to return the favour. I start my journey at his lips working slow soft
kisses down to his hips. He was more then ready for my mouth, but I was
considering much more then that. He knew I had never gone all the way and I
know he didn’t expect us to go there yet. Little did he know, I had measured my
options and had already made my choice, I just wanted to tease him some first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Now,
don’t get me wrong, this wasn’t all planned, but something clicked in my mind
that told me all systems were ready and I wasn’t going to pass up my impulses.
The instant his eyes connected with mine when I accepted his request to be
official I knew that I wanted more than I had given before. With my intent
simmering in my mind, I waited for it to sink in before I made the final
decision to tell him I was ready to give him my virginity. I pleasured him for
a while and when I knew he was blistering for any touch, I pulled away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Apparently
something in my face told him I was about to change our relationship in a big
way because he sat up and took my face between his hands and kissed he so hard
I forgot we only met three weeks ago. When he sat back I looked at his face and
confessed that I wanted him completely. His face charged with emotion, then
slight despair as he struggled to tell me he didn’t have any protection with
him because he didn’t think I would want this so fast. Being full of surprises
I hopped off the bed and went to my purse. I tossed him one of the two condoms
I had carried in case such a situation were to arise. While I let him come out
of his daze I crawled back into bed next to him and took a few deep breaths to
steady myself and try and relax the nerves that burst through me the instant
his hand touched my cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;He
leaned in to kiss me gently and then asked me if I was sure I was ready.
Nodding yes I kissed him back feeling a new sense of intimacy I have never
experienced in my life sweep through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Mason&amp;#0160;kissed my neck before kneeing in front of my legs, which I had drawn up tightly
against me. Placing his hands on my knees he urged my legs slowly apart and my
breath caught in my throat when I saw the intensity in his face. Again he asked
if I was sure and when I let my legs fall freely to the bed he slipped the
condom on and leaned in to kiss me. We looked into each other’s eyes as he
tenderly pressed into me. His width scared me and confirmed my hesitation as I
struggled to relax enough to take him; Mason took so much of my comfort into
consideration he actually asked if I wanted him to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;I am
not one to give in or give up so I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled
him to me so I could tell him I was ok. Short and sweet, it was over faster
than I had hoped for but then again I didn’t hold much expectation for my
first. We cuddled for about an hour and then cleaned up to get ready for the
show. Attending lingerie themed cabaret that almost brought me to tears it was
so funny at times was a great break from the intense need that having him had
created. Half way through the show I started to send signals that he was in for
round two as soon as we got back to our room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Round
two was actually the one that got interesting. Because I was so revved up I
didn’t allow for much foreplay and poor Mason didn’t stand a chance once I got
in the zone. We started much the same way but without the coy resistance and
then I wrapped my legs up over his hips. That move pulled him deeper and the
searing pain whipped through me like a hot poker for a split second. He slowed
and asked if I was all right, I told him to continue gently and we finished. I
could feel him pull away and not wanting to let go just yet I arched against
him kissing his lips. We kissed post coital for a few moments before he let
himself slip from me. I saw the concern on his face and then I realized there
was a little blood on the condom. I then knew what that sharp pain was, he had
broken my hymen and the resulting blood was confirmation of that. I got to my
knees and kissed his lips leaning my head on his shoulder while I told him not
to worry and explained the issue, he thought he had been too eager but I
assured him that was not the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;After
both cleaning up and getting ready for bed we curled into each other’s arms and
fell asleep holding one another. So my first time, or first night of sex to be
more accurate was perfect in and imperfect way. We laughed, bumped heads,
fumbled with rhythm and enjoyed something people have been doing forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Now
fast forward to two days later. Mason is of course, physically without hint to
our night in bed; I on the other hand, am a heap of sore tender muscles and an
ache that runs deeply. Exhausted doesn’t even begin to describe how tired I am
and sore just scrapes the surface. I spoke to my best friend who had a laugh
saying her baby friend is all grown up now and then gave me the 411 on what to
expect and that then pain and exhaustion is normal for the first few times. Mason is amazing telling me he’d love to be here to kiss my pains away although
I know I wouldn’t be able to resist him for long if his kissed me in some of
the places my body aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;So I
guess the question is do I regret anything? My answer without a single doubt in
my mind is not a single moment. Imperfectly perfect and I wouldn’t change a
thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&amp;#0160;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&amp;#0160;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&amp;#0160;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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        <title>The Vow</title>
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        <summary>When I first read this story, I assumed that The Vow in question had been made in response to parental pressure. I was wrong: ‘Both of my parents knew about my vow and both of them, whom have not agreed...</summary>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;When I first read this story, I assumed that
The Vow in question had been made in response to parental pressure. I was
wrong:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;‘Both of my parents knew about my vow and both
of them, whom have not agreed on a single thing since their divorce in 1996,
told me square in the face that I would not make it. Neither my mother, nor my
father believed it was humanly possible to hold off till marriage. I think my
parents are happy that I chose to abstain but I don&amp;#39;t think it is because of
the normal reasons. They just had one less worry in the world. I wouldn&amp;#39;t be
getting pregnant.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;No, I am actually talking about a more powerful
vow than that. This is the vow made between children, children on the threshold
of adult hood with idealism, adventures and a bright future laid out in front
of them. The world is full of possibilities when we are teenagers. Making a
pact to do – or not to do something can seem like a good idea when we are
young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;These sorts of pacts can be enduring. I have a
friend who decided to give up meat with her best friend at the age of fifteen.
To this day, a full twenty-seven years after two teenage girls decided to
forego the eating of animals, neither of them has eaten meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Of course giving up meat and foregoing sex are
two different things and our needs change as we grow and develop. Although I
did once hear a story about a vegetarian who had a very nasty bicycle accident.
As she lay shocked and bruised in the road, the very real possibility of being
crushed to death by a ten-ton lorry having just flashed before her face, a
bizarre feeling overtook her. She felt an almost overwhelming urge to eat a big
fat juicy piece of meat. Which she did and, by all accounts, she felt a lot
better for it. Is there something in meat that helps humans to recover from
shock? I don’t know. Was it a strange, almost primordial sense of
self-preservation, i.e. I almost got killed therefore I must eat something that
once lived? One can only guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I digress. At fifteen years old, we are taking
a stance. We are laying down the law, &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt; law, as
we see fit. Making a vow is a way of asserting ourselves, of imprinting our
authority upon ourselves, our parents, over anyone who will bother to listen
and telling them, this is who I am.&amp;#0160;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;The trick, of course, is to recognize when
the vow ceases to be useful to us because, let me tell you, at some point, that
vow is going to become a millstone around your neck. Life changes, we change
and situations change. Continuing to do something that you decided to do when
you were fifteen is a bit like trying to squeeze into your childhood clothes
when you are a teenager. They don’t fit. Don’t even get me started on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifeway.com/tlw/"&gt;True Love
Waits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt; and the concept of teenage girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/nov/26/women-gender"&gt;promising their virginity to their
fathers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;. People should be allowed to develop in the way that nature intended.
If that involves sexual activity, so be it. In Sarah’s case, it didn’t and
that is an equally valid choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Choice is the optimum word here. Not parents.
Or churches. Sarah made her choice of her own free will. No parents were
involved in the taking of this vow! Which is the way it should be. Sarah is
also grown up enough to know when the choice she has made no longer serves any
purpose. Is she planning on being a nun? No. Has she finished her schooling and
not got pregnant? Yes. Excellent. Time to move on. The fact is that Sarah probably &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; saved herself a whole bunch of heartache by not having to deal with
the intensity of a sexual relationship at a young age. But at 23 years old, she
is more than ready to jump in at the deep end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;The best part of this story is that the
opportunity to jump into metaphorical swimming pools comes a whole lot quicker
than you think it would. ‘Do keep in touch’ I said. ‘When the time comes, I
would love to know how this story develops’. Three weeks later, part two landed
in my lap but I’ll save that for next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One – The Vow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&amp;#39;Growing up does many things. We love, we lose,
we learn but most of all we gain a better understanding of our own choices. For
me, I have learned that one choice was once right and that now it’s time to
change my theory according to life, not past ideals, not personal histories but
reality as it is now.&amp;#0160;The vow started as celibacy, moved to abstinence and
is now something else…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;My friends and I took the vow around 13. Like
typical naive girls we actually believed it would work. I believe what kick
started the conversation with my friends was gossip about a few girls our age
that were pregnant and had dropped out of school. We were, and &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;,
very educated and so, to us, leaving school was unthinkable. The idea for the
vow spawned from there. We all made the pact that we would not become a teenage
statistic and we wouldn&amp;#39;t let anything stop us from graduation. By the time we
graduated high school everyone but myself had broken it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I saw how miserable sex was making most of my
peers so I figured I made a great choice. There was pregnancy; disease, failed
relationships and extra pressure that to me, were needless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;At 17, I really began to take my vow seriously
and when I received a beautiful ring for graduation, I vowed to keep my promise
even more. It worked out great because I was too busy with school to get
involved with anyone to the point of intimacy. So no harm, no foul, no lesson.
Most of my college days were spent not having a worry about sexual
relationships because they never got that far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;At the age of 19, I met my first serious
boyfriend. We got serious fast and desires to build a future seemed to only
fuel my need to uphold my now, well-known vow. At that time in my life, I was
so hung up on what other people expected of me, I continued to maintain my vow
even though in my heart I saw my reasons had lost validity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I always said I wanted to wait until my
husband’s ring replaced my fathers, but I have come to realize that in my heart
I only wanted to wait for the moment to feel right. Like the heart of my ring I
wanted to wait until someone set my heart on fire so that it sparkled like the
gem held within the setting. Funny that a loss causes our eyes to become open
because I know I had that and even though in the end it didn’t work out, at
that time it was real. I always say live life without regrets. Do I regret not
sleeping with him? No. Am I happy with my choice to uphold something I no
longer personally supported? Well that answer to that is also no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;It’s hard to put in words where I stand today.
I am proud of what I have done, I am happy with who I am and I am secure in the
knowledge that my vow was valid and is now void. This does not mean I’m hopping
in the sack tomorrow, but this also means that who I am today is not who I was
10 years ago. I can honestly say without a doubt in my mind that, at 23, I can
make the informed decision to do something I am physically, mentally and
emotionally ready for. I know the risks, I know the advantages and I know that
it doesn’t change anything. I will still be me; the world will not view me
differently. Most importantly I know I will be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Life is too short to hold off on your firsts
because you never know what tomorrow brings. I recently got a new tattoo that
reads my philosophy on life: ‘Doubt nothing Cherish everything Live without
regret.’ I fully intend on upholding that for the rest of my life. I will
always be Sarah no matter what physical changes or choices I make.&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content>


    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>On the face of things...</title>
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        <published>2009-11-07T03:20:53-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-11-07T03:26:14-08:00</updated>
        <summary>You can go whole weeks here at the virginity project and nothing really happens. No one loses their virginity and if they do, they don’t feel inclined to talk about it and generally speaking, everyone appears to be at one...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>The Virginity Project</name>
        </author>
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Losing our virginity" />
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;You can go whole weeks here at the virginity
project and nothing really happens. No one loses their virginity and if they
do, they don’t feel inclined to talk about it and generally speaking,
everyone appears to be at one with the world. And then all hell breaks
loose.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;#0160; &lt;/span&gt;Which is an exaggeration
but really, its not often that I get emailed a question that I’ve never been
asked before:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;‘Ms. Monro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Does a persons face change when they lose
their virginity?&amp;#0160;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Thanks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Karl’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Now, I don’t know if I have some weird kind of
dyslexia but I completely misread this question the first time I looked at it.
I thought that it had been written by a person with a looser grasp of English
than myself who was asking if people, generally speaking, face change when
they lose virginity…as in stare it in the face….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Duh. I am clearly a person who likes to make
things more complicated than they are when actually this person was asking me a
very simple question. Do people’s faces change when they lose virginity? i.e.
do they look different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;What a ridiculous thing to ask, I thought. Of
course they don’t. And then I began to cast my mind back to a more inchoate
time in my life and it dawned on me that maybe it wasn’t such a crazy question after all.&amp;#0160;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;‘Can anyone tell that I have lost my
virginity?’, I remember thinking that to myself as I sat on a Spanish beach aged 15.
‘Surely I &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt; look different in some way?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;For reasons best known to myself at the time,
I hadn’t told either of my best friends that I had ‘done the do’ the night
before but I was utterly convinced that there was no need to because as far as
I was concerned, it might just as well have been written all over my face in
indelible ink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Clearly it wasn’t because a couple of days
later, they almost died of shock when Danielle the Slapper, a slightly older
and more ‘experienced’ girl who spent her afternoons on the beach regaling us
young’uns with explicit details of her nightly sexploits, popped this rather
upfront question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;‘So which one out of you three is a virgin
then?’ she asked as we were walking home one afternoon. ‘Not me’ chimed
Claire and Tabitha. They both turned to me with expectant looks on their faces.
Expectant as to how I was going to answer a question that we all knew the
answer to. Or at least we thought we did. ‘No, I’m not either’, I answered as my
two best friends did their best not to choke to death on their ice creams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;They had no idea. So clearly in my case, my
face could be relied upon not to give the game away. But it did get me thinking
about couple of incidences where people’s faces most definitely did give the
game away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;A few years later, I went to college and completely
wasted my time and everyone else’s doing an Art Foundation course. It wasn’t
that it was a crap course; it was just that I was so obviously not cut out for
the educational life. Anyway, there was a very nice and extremely spotty boy on
my course called Ben. When I say that he was spotty, it wasn’t just the odd
pimple, it was full on crater shaped, quite hard to look at without actually
feeling a bit ill style acne. But he was a lovely man and he made some
interesting ‘installations’ with chairs and string on the front lawn of our
college campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;But what was really amazing was this. A couple
of months later, we went on a college ‘trip’ to Amsterdam and Ben, unbeknownst
to us, got it on with Jane, another (female) person on our course. I have no idea
whether Ben was a virgin before he met Jane but I suspect probably yes. What I
do know for sure is this. When we returned from our trip and went straight into
the Christmas holidays, by the time we all got back from the break, Ben’s face
had completely changed.&amp;#0160;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;His spots had gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Was it the marathon sex sessions? I don’t know
but I would like to think that losing his virginity had caused such a major
hormonal shake up in Ben’s body that his acne had beat the hastiest retreat
known to man. Either that or it was a Christmas miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Fast-forward another decade and I was working
in a restaurant with the two fabulous Baker sisters. Never let it be said that
the Baker family were backward at coming forward. Pretty much everyone - from
the postman to the restaurant regulars and most of the staff, knew that Danni
and Gaby’s younger sister was still a virgin. Don’t ask me why, they were just
one of those families for whom pretty much no subject at &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;
was off limits. Mother and two daughters (who all worked together) discussed &amp;#0160;the status of their younger sister’s virginity on a regular basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Eventually we all moved on and got other jobs so when I next saw the mother and asked the inevitable question, has Jennifer
lost her virginity yet, I was amazed when her mother said yes, she has. But not
only that, but that she had known with 110% certainty exactly when it had
happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Despite the fact that Jennifer had a boyfriend
whom she stayed with regularly and parents who were clearly itching for their
daughter to lose her virginity, Jennifer had hung onto it. Until one morning
when she walked into her house and her mother took one look at her and said ‘you’ve
lost your virginity haven’t you’. It wasn’t a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;‘Yes, I have’, answered Jennifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;How on earth did you know this? I asked. How
could you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;‘She’s my baby’, she said. ‘She’s my youngest
daughter and I knew that my baby was not my baby anymore. She looked different,
she smelt different and I knew that something had changed.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;So there you go Karl. Apparently people’s
faces &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt; change when they lose virginity. There might
be a physical reaction, as there was for Ben and Karl, the person who asked
this question in the first place. He broke out into hives when he lost his
virginity because he is a born again Christian so losing virginity was hardly
on the top of his list of things to do before he got married. Stress can make
your body do some funny stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Or it may just be an almost imperceptible
change. Its not a physical change, its not even an emotional change, its more to
do with the umbilical chord like relationship that exists between a mother and
her smallest baby, the one that deep down, we don’t really want to grow up…but invariably does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;But it probably wouldn’t happen in the way
that I imagined it which was something akin to having a large neon sign
attached to my head announcing to the world that I was now ‘A WOMAN’ – which,
by the way, was far more exciting a concept to me than the fumbling excuse for
sex that had accompanied this important change in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content>


    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>And when did you last see your virginity....</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/2009/10/and-when-did-you-last-see-your-virginity.html" />
        <link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/2009/10/and-when-did-you-last-see-your-virginity.html" thr:count="4" thr:updated="2009-11-25T19:52:28-08:00" />
        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c76a353ef0120a6400c38970b</id>
        <published>2009-10-30T12:49:47-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-10-30T12:56:53-07:00</updated>
        <summary>Kind of dumb….but he does have a point.</summary>
        <author>
            <name>The Virginity Project</name>
        </author>
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Virginity and YouTube" />
        
        
<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/">
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br /><p align="center" class="asset asset-video" style="display: block; margin: 0 auto;" /><p align="center" class="asset asset-video" style="display: block; margin: 0 auto;" /><p align="center" class="asset asset-video" style="display: block; margin: 0 auto;"><object height="313" width="384"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdjsgTG7pnU&amp;fs=1" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="313" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdjsgTG7pnU&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="384" /></object></p><p><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;mso-fareast-language:EN-US">Kind of dumb….but he does
have a point.</span> 


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</content>


    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Ride 'em Cowboy...</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/2009/10/ride-em-cowboy.html" />
        <link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/2009/10/ride-em-cowboy.html" thr:count="2" thr:updated="2009-11-02T22:15:10-08:00" />
        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c76a353ef0120a6081981970b</id>
        <published>2009-10-20T12:51:43-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-10-20T12:58:17-07:00</updated>
        <summary>As ever, losing virginity can mean many different things to many different people. Never was this more true than in the case of Brad, the owner of a story that caused consternation amongst my friends, family, various random passers by...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>The Virginity Project</name>
        </author>
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Gender" />
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Gender and virginity loss" />
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Pegging" />
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Virginity definitions" />
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="YOUR STORIES - USA" />
        
        
<content type="xhtml" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/">
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><a href="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c76a353ef0120a607dcf2970b-pi" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Images" border="0" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341c76a353ef0120a607dcf2970b " src="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c76a353ef0120a607dcf2970b-800wi" title="Images" /></a> <br /><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">As ever, losing virginity can mean many
different things to many different people. Never was this more true than in the
case of Brad, the owner of </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; "><a href="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/2009/02/peg.html">a story</a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> that caused consternation amongst my
friends, family, various random passers by in the street and selected members
of the local clergy.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Brad is a long standing correspondent of mine
and when he dropped the following bombshell one day, I was only too happy to
listen. Brad wanted to tell me about the time that he lost his anal virginity.
Yes readers, his anal virginity - to his wife. Now whether this is in fact a
legitimate loss of virginity is a matter that we could debate all day. But in
the end, tying down virginity loss to one universal, agreeable definition is
nigh on impossible and the point is that this was a significant moment of ‘loss’
for Brad so who can argue with that?</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Let me give you some background detail. You
can </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; "><a href="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/2009/02/peg.html">read the story here</a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> but in short, Brad is a househusband. He has raised three small children at home whilst his highflying executive wife has gone out
and pursued a career. Brad plays the dutiful husband at all his wife’s work ‘do’s’
whilst his other half discusses business with the other highflying partners in
the company, many of whom are also women. Brad is not the only househusband
within his wife’s law firm either. In fact, Brad is currently mentoring a new
member of the house husband community, Frank, who’s wife is junior to Brad’s
and who is flying up the corporate ladder whilst Frank raises their small child
at home.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">None of which is the point I want to make
because what got me right from the start of this whole episode was the
realization that here is a man……who knows a lot about what it feels to be a
woman. Not that I would quite put Brad into the bracket of Mel Gibson in ‘</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; "><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_Women_Want">What
Women Want’</a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> i.e. being able to read our minds but its not that far off because
when Brad talks about the experience of being penetrated, the words could just
as easily have come out of the mouth of a woman.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Brad originally wrote to me following a </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt; "><a href="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/2007/12/the-love-parade.html">gender
related article</a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> that I had posted on this blog. We mailed back and forth for a
while and eventually one day, he decided to tell me about the time that his
wife had first made love to his bottom with a dildo. Well now, as you can
guess, I was all ears. This is not a story you get to hear every day.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The Internet is littered with dull, predictable
images of men penetrating women’s behinds with their penises. So much so that
in a piece of research that the Guardian commissioned several years ago, a
twelve year old boy admitted that having watched a substantial amount of
pornography since the age of eight years old (supplied to him by his father),
he had his first experience of anal sex at the age of twelve. Yes readers, twelve years old. This is what young people are learning about sex these days. That
it is all about blonde women, forming large 0 shapes with their mouths whilst
being penetrated by very oily looking men who are not usually that taken with
the concept of foreplay.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><span style="font-size: small; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">But where on the Internet are men talking
about having anal sex with their womenfolk…with themselves on the receiving
end? Because my guess is that if it’s happening in small town Texas where Brad
lives, then its probably happening in a whole bunch of places. Not that I care
one way or the other because once again, the point of interest in this story,
at least for me, lies much less in the nuts and bolts, or even the in’s and out’s,
which, don’t get me wrong,<em> are</em></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> fascinating – but I am
much more taken with the idea that here is a man who knows what its like to ‘give
it up’, to receive instead of to give, to lie back and think of England or
whatever other sex related metaphor you prefer to pick. Here are Brad’s latest
thoughts on his wife’s sexual proclivities:</span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">‘My guess is that it's not nearly as far a
step for a woman to be done anally because it's probably not her first
experience being penetrated.  Does that make sense?  Anyway, I think I
understand better now why girls sometimes are not enthused about sex and why
men are usually the aggressors.  I have never initiated a pegging, because
we do enough of it as it is, thank you very much.  So Lynette initiates
and frankly I'm sometimes not interested.  Just not very horny at all. 
But I never deny her.  LOL.  One thing that occurs to me as I write
this is how BORING the whole thing can be.  It's like the same thing every
time, or at best a variation that is similar to all the other times.  And
even when the foreplay is different, the screwing part doesn't vary a
whole lot.  Right, girlfriend?  You're probably nodding in
agreement.’ </span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">This had me in stitches. Having penetrative
sex can be one of the most intensely erotic and intimate experiences that two
people can share together. Conversely, it can also be dull in the extreme and
rather pedestrian at times. Partly because that’s life and that’s sex.
Sometimes it’s exciting and sometimes it is not and that’s just the way it is.
But also because the penetrative part of sex, at least for a woman, can often
be the least interesting part of the evening’s activities. You have to
relinquish control, not just of your pleasure but also of yourself and in the
end, perhaps that’s what this story is all about.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Brad feels this loss of control all the more keenly because as a man, he has relinquished all the ground that the male of
the species would traditionally occupy. His wife is the initiator, or the ‘aggressor’
as he terms her. She earns the money. Invariably she also decides how they
spend it. When she wants to have anal sex with him, she’ll pat his behind in
the morning before she leaves for work and give him a wink. Brad knows exactly
what this means.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">So it is a story about gender role play and
the positions, literally and figuratively that we feel we should – or should
not - be playing in today’s society but it is also a story, bizarrely, about
just how unimaginative we can be as sexual people.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Of course, sex should consist of whatever two
consenting adults want it to consist of but I am constantly drawn back to the
story of Hannah, a woman I interviewed for my book. Hannah lost her ‘technical’
virginity at the age of eighteen. But by this time she had already been in a
relationship with her boyfriend for over two years and in her own words, had
been having so many orgasms with him that going ‘all the way’ always seemed a
bit pointless.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Jumping to the penetrative part of the sexual
experience can cut out a lot of pleasure because it can limit our imagination.
There are so many different ways to pleasure each other that don’t actually
involve penetrative sex. I often think that young people, well, all people
really, would do well to get to know their partners bodies really well – and
all the amazing things that they are capable of doing – before jumping ahead to
the penetrative part of sexual intercourse. We shouldn’t have such a
prescriptive idea of what ‘sex’ should involve. Sex should be about pleasure
and how you go about finding that can be a very interesting exploration, one
that does not necessarily have to involve the placing of one thing inside
another.</span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"><span style="font-size: small; "><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">I digress. Perhaps I am also attracted to this
story because over time, and during the course of many emails with Brad, I see
how very much he loves his wife. Perhaps his willingness to ‘give it up’, to
lie back and think of England on the occasions when he really doesn’t feel like
having a dildo up his bottom are a testament of how much he wants his wife to
be happy. If he were a woman, the feminists among us would be up in arms at
such a concept. Why must a woman, or anyone for that matter, sublimate
themselves for anybody else? But perhaps that <em>is</em></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> love. The
willingness to let go of what <em>we</em></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"> want from
time to time and to give someone else what they want. I don’t know, I’m no
expert.</span></span></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US">FYI, Brad signed off his latest email to me, ‘Bow-legged
of Texas'</span></p></div>
</content>


    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>To be or not to be.....</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/2009/09/to-be-or-not-to-be.html" />
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c76a353ef0120a59c2518970b</id>
        <published>2009-09-26T04:20:52-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-10-20T12:56:40-07:00</updated>
        <summary>Whoops! The Virginity Project took an accidental sabbatical. Once again, the day job took over the show but it’s all over now and I am on the hunt again for my next freelance contract. Meanwhile, I had this interesting exchange...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>The Virginity Project</name>
        </author>
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Virginity loss stories" />
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Virgins" />
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="YOUR STORIES - USA" />
        
        
<content type="html" xml:lang="en-US" xml:base="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/">
&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Whoops! The Virginity Project
took an accidental sabbatical. Once again, the day job took over the show but
it’s all over now and I am on the hunt again for my next freelance contract.
Meanwhile, I had this interesting exchange with a young American woman….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;This week’s storyteller makes so
many interesting points about sex and virginity that it’s hard to know where to
begin. The point that stands out a mile for me is when she tells us how shocked
she was to discover that there was a word to describe the state of never having
had sex – or the ‘default’ state as she calls it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;This must be an odd thing to
discover at the age of eight. That one is not just an eight-year-old child but
that one also a virgin. One has been tagged, labeled and defined. You have barely
taken your first breathe in the general context of your life, and yet, you are
already a ‘virgin’. Perhaps this is where the anxiety kicks in, the anxiety of
being apart, of being separate, of entertaining the very real possibility that
you might be different to your fellow human beings. The horror! And as she points out, its
not like you gain another label when you finally do the deed. You just cease to
be a ‘virgin’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Our storyteller really nails
this concept when she says that later on, she begins to feel &lt;em&gt;ashamed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt; about her lack of sexual activity, about her
perceived inability to move beyond her virgin status. This is where The
Virginity Project really gained some traction because there could not be a
richer – or more uncomfortable - seam to mine. Not that I planned it that way,
it’s just that I have always received a lot of mail from people who have not
lost their virginity – and feel awful about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Because make no mistake, the
pressure is on, even if you are not aware of it. So much of what surrounds us
is transmitting the non-verbal message that to be sexual is to be cool, that by
jumping into the fray and taking part that you are also a fully functioning &lt;em&gt;sexual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt; member of society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Of course, time and many
interviews have proved to me that being sexual and losing virginity are not
mutually exclusive but try telling that to someone who &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; feel different, who
&lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; feel excluded because they have not ‘joined the club’ so to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Asides from pressure, there is
also good old fashioned desire to contend with, and not just in terms of
general ‘relief,’ for as our story teller herself says, having orgasms is not
an issue, but sharing them with someone else &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;. For most of us, the sheer mental nourishment that we gain from being
in close physical proximity to another human being and from exchanging, not
just our bodies but also our minds, is something that we desire and require on
a very fundamental level. It is life affirming, it is vital and if you are
doing it with the right person, it’s the best feeling in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Our story teller finishes up by
being one of those young people that impresses the pants off me. Just because
she’s has sex once (or perhaps even quite a few times), that doesn’t mean that
she’s going to compromise herself. As she herself, says, we place far too much
importance on ‘the first time’. What about the 999 times after that? Do they
not matter as much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Despite the ubiquitous pressure
on young people to perform or to play the game, she refuses to give
in. She knows what she wants and she is prepared to wait for it. That’s not an
easy thing to do but I can’t help feeling that she’ll find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Rose. Born 1985. Lost
virginity aged 23.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;‘Definition of Virginity/About
me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;I am Rose, a law student&amp;#0160;from
the USA&amp;#0160;and a 23 year old heterosexual female, but I consider oral sex to
be ‘sex’ and a loss of virginity. I have honestly never understood women (or
men)&amp;#0160;who would perform oral sex on but not have vaginal intercourse. That
is my MOUTH. Much more intimate than a body part that I can&amp;#39;t even see without
a hand mirror.&amp;#0160;(Laughing to myself). When I was 8 years old I learned what
the word ‘virgin’ meant and was shocked there was a word for ‘the default’
state. I figured there would be a word for the ALTERED state. (Yes, yes I was a
brain even then).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;I grew up in a liberal
household. My Mom is an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obstetrics_and_gynaecology"&gt;Ob/Gyn&lt;/a&gt; so sexuality was never a taboo subject and I had
no desire to remain ‘pure’ and no strong desire to wed (so waiting till
marriage wouldn’t work) but given the STD’s in existence - my Mom has made me
paranoid - I knew I would never be promiscuous. I wanted to have sexual
activity within the contexts of a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I dated casually in high school,
and my rule was no clothing removed if I wasn’t ready to have sex - my way to
set boundaries.&amp;#0160;I went to a small private school where there wasn’t much
opportunity to meet new guys but I was in no rush to have sex. But I definitely
FELT sexual and thought that if sex was half as fun as my masturbation
sessions, it was going to be wonderful. However, I never worried about WHEN I
would ‘lose it’, I figured it would happen in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I went on oral contraceptives at
17 in preparation for college and got sent away with a huge supply of condoms
by my STD phobic OB/Gyn mother&amp;#0160;just in case I met someone. Well, I don’t
drink - a huge activity in college - and I spent most of my time hanging out in
the theatre department. Needless to say, meeting men I was interested in didn’t
really happen. I went on a few dates, kissed some guys, made great friends but
nobody I wanted to be in a relationship with appeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;Actually I was starting to get
nervous about my lack of sexual activity. Around my 20th birthday I began to
feel ashamed about my lack of sexual experience. I began to doubt myself, my
attractiveness, my NORMALCY. Was there something WRONG with me? Could everyone
see it but me?&amp;#0160;I started to question&amp;#0160;if&amp;#0160;was heterosexual (I
definitely was).&amp;#0160;It seemed as if the thing that came so easily to EVERYONE
else, was so difficult for me. The only individuals I knew who had never
engaged in any type of sexual activity (beyond kissing)&amp;#0160;at my age were
religiously motivated (which is a fine choice).........but I ended up going 3
years without so much as kissing someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:#370D3E;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;I must say that did make me very
depressed at points. There were nights I would cry myself to sleep, just
because I longed to be touched, to feel that connection to another human being.
The worse thing was feeling as if it would NEVER change, and I would NEVER have
the experiences I so longed for.&amp;#0160;I no longer felt my lack of sexual
experience was a CHOICE - it felt like a punishment. I wanted to feel ‘normal’
and to have this ache inside of myself gone. However I was determined not to
have a roll in the hay with the first guy who looked my way. I felt that being
in a relationship was important and I was rightly weary of diseases and too
weary to sleep with a stranger. I still went to school, hung out with friends
but I felt there was something missing. To make matters worse most of my
friends were in serious relationships and whilst I was happy for them, I longed
to have that as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;How I lost my virginity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;Well, I had sex (vaginal and
oral),&amp;#0160;touched a penis and laid in bed with a naked man&amp;#0160;for the first
time on my 23rd birthday. It was the happiest day of my life. All of the things
I thought I would be - scared, nervous, ashamed - I wasn&amp;#39;t any of those things.&amp;#0160;
I was just HAPPY.&amp;#0160;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;It so happened that I moved back
to my home city the year before to go to law school and 7 months before my
birthday, I met a guy who lived in my building. He was slightly older than
myself (28 to my 22) but he was sweet, attractive (muscles galore) and a
perfect gentleman. When he smiled at me I gushed. I felt 16 again remembering
my first date and kiss (corny I know). I was actually flattered that he noticed
me of all people, when, in my mind, it had been years since a man had looked at
me. We dated&amp;#0160;seriously for two&amp;#0160;months before becoming intimate. The
first time I had sex was everything I ever wanted it to be. It was sweet and
pleasurable and intimate and completely worth staying up till 6am for! However,
we broke up a few months later due to things entirely not related to sex. I
don&amp;#39;t regret our experience together for one second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;I never told him I had never had
sex. You may wonder why, well, two reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;1. Having listened to my friend
R over the years, who believed oral sex wasn’t sex, and when she finally
decided she DID want to have vaginal intercourse, she was rejected repeatedly.
I was afraid that the same thing that happened to her - guys would learn she
had never had vaginal intercourse and back out during the heat of foreplay -
would happen to me. After years of wanting this, I didn’t want to risk the
same. OR that he would find it attractive that I was ‘untouched’ (I have heard
that some people get off on that),&amp;#0160;I did not want to risk that......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;2. And I didn’t think it was any
of his business! My sexual life before him was private, and once we both got
tested (before we had sex), I had no desire to learn about his previous sexual
experiences. Having penetrated myself with sex toys for the last few years I
knew there was no need to worry about pain/discomfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;My thoughts on virginity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;The emotional baggage that went
along with feeling unwanted and undesirable and ‘different/defective’ was much
more damaging than the physical act of never having had sex. If I desire to
have an orgasm, I can guarantee that through masturbation. But do I long to
have sex again? YES, but I still want to be in a relationship because I need to
feel mentally comfortable in order to be open sexually. That is how it works
for ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #370d3e; "&gt;I know I am not going to be LESS
picky about who I choose to be with because I am no longer a virgin. I believe
our culture places too much emphasis on the first time one has sex, especially
for women, as if the first time is the ONLY time that is special, the ONLY time
one should consider if sex is the right choice for you. Once one has had sex
does not mean that they are no longer in control of their sexual destiny. If
everyone was as particular about the 50x they had sex as they were about the
1st I think many of the negative consequences of sex (emotional and physical)
would be minimized.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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        <title>The very best of British...</title>
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        <published>2009-09-06T05:54:17-07:00</published>
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    <entry>
        <title>Je t'adore...</title>
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        <published>2009-08-29T08:48:19-07:00</published>
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        <summary>I have a little tale about virginity…..and love this week. Assuming that we are all talking about the same thing that is. Because it’s not like there is an international yard stick for love that we can all hold and...</summary>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;I have a little tale about virginity…..and &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt; this week. Assuming
that we are all talking about the same thing that is. Because it’s not like
there is an international yard stick for love that we can all hold and know
that we are talking about exactly the same thought, feeling, emotion, or
whatever it is that we are talking about when we talk about love. Is there?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Not as far as I know there isn’t. Love is a
highly subjective concept. How do we know that the love – or the so-called lack
of - that our story teller speaks of today isn’t the exact same feeling that
got our parents and our grand parents through 35 odd years of marriage, war,
food shortages and god knows what else together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Today’s storyteller says that she isn’t &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;love but that she
adores the man that she loses her virginity to. Crikey, I’d take ‘adore’ over
some of the stories that I have heard about virginity loss. Adore is a definite
step in the right direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;The point is that one doesn’t have to get it
exactly right for that first time. Unless you are planning to get married to
your first love, why aim for perfection? Which is another highly subjective
concept when I think about it and perhaps one of the reasons why so many
marriages fail these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Our parents probably did have a slightly more
realistic view of what ‘real love’ and marriage actually involves on a day to
day basis (a heady mix of patience, boredom, security and passion perhaps?) but
either way, I think Carly makes a sensible choice about the man that she
chooses to lose her virginity to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Losing it to someone that you are insanely
head over heels about is not always the best idea. In fact, when it all goes
tits up, which invariably it does when you are dealing with emotions of that
intensity, the fall out can take years to deal with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/jan/18/relationships-love"&gt;As this rather alarming article
from the Observer confirm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Why not make it a happy, healthy experience
with someone whom you respect, fancy and/or adore? If someone has the decency
to treat you well, you’re onto a winner already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Carly. Born 1991. Lost virginity aged 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;‘I met my boyfriend through a friend I go to
school with. He was dating her when we met so I never really thought we would
get to date. About a year and a few months later they broke up and, in a way, I
kind of swooped in and snagged him for myself. I find him to be the most
handsome of guys and also the most put together, as in he was well dressed,
cleaned up nice, and his intellect met up with mine. First we started off with
me asking him to prom, and then confessing that I really adored him. He
proclaimed the same and we started dating on April 17, 2009. I am 18 and so is
he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;My mom&amp;#0160;is somewhat religious on the
Christian stand point, and&amp;#0160;my dad wasn&amp;#39;t so much religious as just more
into morals. He believed, because I am the youngest that I should never have
sex ever and that I should never&amp;#0160;even think about it.&amp;#0160; I was always
told to &amp;#39;lose it when you&amp;#39;re in love&amp;#39;. Quite honestly,&amp;#0160;I don&amp;#39;t even know&amp;#0160;what
love is. Also, I&amp;#39;m not really worried about &amp;#39;love&amp;#39; at this point in my&amp;#0160;life.
Sure&amp;#0160;if I stumble&amp;#0160;upon it that would be nice but I&amp;#39;m not going to go
around trying&amp;#0160;to find &amp;#39;the one&amp;#39;, if I did I&amp;#0160;would just&amp;#0160;probably
end up &amp;#39;settling&amp;#39;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;I am young and so&amp;#0160;is he, but we felt like
we couldn&amp;#39;t say no anymore. The attraction was too much for us and we really
felt we were old enough and ready. It was June 18, 2009. The day after our 3
month anniversary, which is my longest relationship to date. I&amp;#0160;knew&amp;#0160;I&amp;#0160;didn&amp;#39;t
love him and I still don&amp;#39;t but we are still happily together.&amp;#0160;We started&amp;#0160;discussing
sex about the second week we were going out. Him and I have a ridiculous amount
of sexual attraction so we really didn&amp;#39;t think about it much; sex just seemed
to fit well between us and in this relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Well it was night time, about a week after we
had bought condoms and we kept them hidden in a box in my closet. Everyone was
asleep.&amp;#0160;We were on the couch just messing around, you know foreplay stuff.
We&amp;#0160;took one look at&amp;#0160;one another and decided it was &amp;#39;time&amp;#39;. He went to
my closet and picked up 2 condoms, 1 extra just in case the other wasn&amp;#39;t going
to go on correctly because you never know what might happen,&amp;#0160;and then&amp;#0160;we
met up in the guest bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;He pulled down his pants and I took mine off.
Now when people say the first time hurts severely, they weren&amp;#39;t lying. I didn&amp;#39;t
last more then a few minutes. The pain was so severe. Also it was somewhat
awkward&amp;#0160;because it hurt and also&amp;#0160;I felt like it really sucked for
him. He kept reassuring me that it was fine and he would only go as far as I
wanted and that&amp;#0160;he would respect me in any which way.&amp;#0160;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;Afterward, I ended up walking a little
different and sitting weird for a day or so. Now it took about 3 times before
we realized I hurt so bad because of the angle we were at. Once he shifted and
I moved a bit it was very pleasurable and quite nice. Some people say you will
regret your first time if you&amp;#39;re not in love. But I don&amp;#39;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black"&gt;My mother and sister keep telling me that it’s
a mistake because I don&amp;#39;t love him. Well I do love him but in a different way.
Like I love him for who he is but not the love that makes me want to stay with
him the rest of my life. To me love is something that grows as you do. It’s not
something to be rushed into and not thought about. The way I see it is...that
this was a learning experience. I see that all relationships should be a
learning experience. My dad asked why I was with Diego even though I don&amp;#39;t want
to marry him. I said to him that I&amp;#39;m too young to be in love and that I&amp;#39;m with
Diego because I am meant to be right now in this part of my life.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>Those summer nights...</title>
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c76a353ef0120a54ada8c970c</id>
        <published>2009-08-14T02:36:30-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-08-14T02:36:30-07:00</updated>
        <summary>I cannot think of a better way to spend ten minutes than to read these four fabulous stories, all inspired by the theme of ‘summer encounters’. Funny, touching, perfect. Enjoy...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>The Virginity Project</name>
        </author>
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Nothing to do with anything" />
        
        
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"><span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia">I cannot think of a better way to spend ten minutes than to read <a href="http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/relationships/article6792277.ece">these four fabulous stories</a>, all inspired by the theme of ‘summer encounters’. Funny, touching, perfect. Enjoy...</span></p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title />
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/the_virginity_project/2009/08/ok-so-travels-to-foreign-climes-might-be-over-but-that--doesnt-mean-its-all-doom-and-gloom-august-is-a-lovely-month.html" />
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        <id>tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c76a353ef0120a4e06c31970b</id>
        <published>2009-08-10T12:43:56-07:00</published>
        <updated>2009-08-10T12:47:44-07:00</updated>
        <summary>Ok, so travels to foreign climes might be over but that doesn’t mean its all doom and gloom. August is a lovely month to be in London. Nearly everyone goes away and those that are left are free to enjoy...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>The Virginity Project</name>
        </author>
        <category scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" term="Your stories - worldwide" />
        
        
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt; &lt;a href="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c76a353ef0120a4e07052970b-pi" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Images" border="0" class="at-xid-6a00d8341c76a353ef0120a4e07052970b" src="http://virginityproject.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c76a353ef0120a4e07052970b-800wi" title="Images" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;Ok, so travels to foreign climes might be over but that
doesn’t mean its all doom and gloom. August is a lovely month to be in
London.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;#0160; &lt;/span&gt;Nearly everyone goes away and
those that are left are free to enjoy a city that on any average day of the week
is busting a blood vessel to get every thing done on time. Traffic, deadlines,
workflow, it all normally happens at breakneck speed - usually so that we can
get to the weekend and ‘enjoy’ ourselves with an equal amount of fervour. Not
so in August.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;A languid air settles over the city. People walk slower,
the roads are emptier. A journey by car that usually takes me an hour takes me
twenty minutes. On a Saturday. This is unheard of. Queues are shorter; people
are nicer to each other. And all of a sudden, all of the things that seem so
important…..just don’t. I don’t mean that I stop paying attention to my
personal hygiene or anything as drastic as that. Just that one realise’s that
there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt; time
to stop and smell the roses and that pleasure can be found in small things.
Relaxing at the pool with the locals, sitting in the garden on a warm evening…..perhaps
this is what people have been banging on about when they talk about ‘stay-cations’.
That’s certainly what I tell myself as I realise that I have enough commitments
to tie me to this city for another good while yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;But I do have a response to my Muslim plea that I posted
the other day. It’s not &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt; the story I was after but it’s a good start. I talked about
my long and fruitless quest for the Muslim virginity loss story on this blog
the other day. I have searched high and low for this story, considered asking
complete strangers in the street, attended conferences and generally followed
up every lead that I have ever been given with the enthusiasm of Sherlock Holmes,
the Pink Panther and Magnum P.I combined. (although not wearing a monocle, a
raincoat and tight shorts). But to no avail. It’s a tough call. These are not
conversations that Muslims deem appropriate for public consumption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Our story teller today, from Syria, makes some interesting
points. I concur with these types of stories far more than people think. I do
think that people don’t value their virginity half as much as they could. For
most people that I know, it would never have occurred to them to wait longer
than ten minutes to lose their virginity. Wait for someone who might have
actually taken the time to make it a pleasant experience for them? Forget it.
Our urge to ‘belong’ far outweighs our desire to wait for a potentially worthy
experience. No one wants to be the odd one out so we doggedly follow the pack
and avail ourselves of virginity at the earliest opportunity. But the
alternative, as suggested below, also seems a bit drastic to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Waiting for marriage is a risky strategy. Sex and intimacy
are too much of an integral part of any relationship to take a chance on. This
is the glue that could hold you together through the rocky moments. One needs
to know that it ‘works’ so to speak. And in the end, this story isn’t really
about that anyway, it’s about the second-class citizen role that women continue
to play in society. Our author tries to make sense of this: ‘By the way,
im just mentioning girls but its not allowed to have sex in our religion for
both sexes. But society pays more attention to what a girl should not do….’ Yes
it does, and it has terrible consequences for some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Believe it or not, I genuinely did not mean to stray into
this territory today. What I really want to know is this: why &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt; society place more value on a
woman’s virginity than a man’s? Our author puts the dilemma beautifully when
she says this: ‘if they see a girl that is not a virgin then she’s not worthy
enough for a guy to marry her.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Why do you think it is that a woman’s virginity has always
been regarded as something more precious, more sought after and therefore, more
important than a man’s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Gut reaction. Be as blatant and as honest as you like. I know what I think but I want to know what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; think. I won&amp;#39;t be publishing these, they are purely for my own use. Its
part of the research for my book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Please send your point of view/rant/ten cents worth to me
here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:katemonroe@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia"&gt;katemonroe@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;In advance of any replies, thank you, it is a HUGE help.
And in the meanwhile, here is nineteen year old Zaima from Syria with her very interesting ten
cents worth…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;‘HELLO kate I just read ur article about the VIRGINITY
PROJECT, i was reading random stuff on the net and i came across ur article so
as a muslim girl i wanted you to hear my opinion and my side of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Im not strict about religious issues but i believe in
certain issues God has asked us to do and i know that there’s a genuine reason
behind every one of those issues. One of them is staying a virgin, clean, pure,
and untouched. Here in the Syrian society there is a very large amount of
people who are very strict concerning religious issues and if they see a girl
that is not a virgin then she’s not worthy enough for a guy to marry her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;It’s like a gift a girl has to keep till her wedding day.
By the way, im just mentioning girls but its not allowed to have sex in our
religion for both sexes. But society pays more attention to what a girl should
not do and if she is following what religion and society accepts. As for me, i
have been around the world and i know that it’s very normal for a girl to loose
her virginity at a very early age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;Im gonna express the way i really feel about this issue. i
think bonding with the person who you have feelings for is really important –
kissing, hugging and all these physical things, u cant really be close to some
one without them. But sex is something forbidden for us. Some muslims may have
had sex but not as u said at the beginning of ur article. Its not true that they
all do but the only difference is that they don’t talk about it ....(the author
mistook my meaning at this point. I was referencing the point that Muslims have
sex lives, but that they don’t discuss them openly in the way that we do)
because if a guy marries a young lady and on their wedding night he finds out
that she is not a virgin then many actions will be taken if he is able to
forgive her then that’s fine but if his parents or family hear about that then
her picture and reputation will be long damaged and destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;I know u may think that this is unfair and that she should
decide her own destiny and what she wants to do with her body….if this is what
ur thinking then i agree with u cuz i think every human being has the right to
decide what to do with their own body but i wanna tell u something - don’t u
think that there’s a reason in some religions they don’t allow people to have
sex before marriage because it keeps u both excited about exploring each others
bodies, it keeps a certain passion for each other like really strong passion u
just wana be close to this person in a physical way but after u are sure that
he is emotionally right for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;i think having sex in an early age is really wrong not
only for these religious reasons because everyone has their own beliefs but
also for the risk of these diseases that we keep hearing about that are caused
due to sexual intercourse. Another reason is that if a girl is immature and
doesn’t have protected sex it may lead her to be pregnant, maybe dropping out
of school that is really bad in my opinion and in the US its all u hear....
shes missing school because she’s sick or pregnant... by the way im 19 years
old and i have had relationships but i am a virgin and i plan on keeping it
this way... i was just trying to show u another side of the story here’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;*All names are changed. (even if I don’t always say so!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:200%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Georgia"&gt;&amp;#0160;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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