Losing Your Virginity Wouldn't Be SO Confusing If We Thought Of It Like This

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Losing Your Virginity Is Confusing AF When You Can't Answer The Question 'What Is Sex?'
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We could all stand to stretch our imaginations a bit on this one...

When I lost my virginity it was an intellectual rather than a physical act. I’ll explain in a minute.

The “losing one's virginity” narrative is one I think we are all familiar with:

Virgin is shy and inexperienced. Virgin has penis-in-vagina intercourse. No-longer-Virgin has now been inducted into the world of sexual activity and is changed forever. Huzzah!

I have so much beef with this narrative.

First off, and perhaps most obviously, it effectively renders homosexuals life-long virgins. Seriously?

Second, and perhaps most irresponsibly, it leaves teenagers who are taught to value abstinence above all else that they can engage in activities arguably more intimate than — and certainly as capable of STI transmission as — PIV intercourse and still loudly and proudly declaring their “purity" intact.

Much of this is also the result of not teaching kids about sex but still, it’s absurd.

Third, and perhaps most annoyingly, it allows no room for evaluating the weight and meaning of individual experiences, as it boils everything down to either:

  • “Did it go in? No? Doesn’t count”... OR
  • “Don’t really remember it but found a used condom? Yeah, that was your real and only experience losing your virginity.”

WTH?!

Finally, and perhaps most disturbingly, this logic tells a woman whose first experience with a penis in her vagina occurred during a rape that, regardless of her lack of consent, she has crossed an invisible line and irrevocably lost her say in how her life as a sexually active adult will begin. That is seriously f*cked.

So let’s talk about approaching the whole idea a little differently.

I don’t often tell the story of my “first time” because it tends to cause some controversy, but the more I think about this the more I think I had the right idea.

Brace yourselves for a Judy Blume moment folks ...

I lost my virginity on March 30, 2001. Yep, still remember the exact date. But, what did not happen on March 30, 2001, was a penis entering my vagina. To be clear, I’m a cisgender, heterosexual woman and my experience that night happened with a man. So, how did I lose my virginity, as it were, in this scenario?

Before I explain that, know that as a young person, I didn’t set out to have a unique experience. I was all set for the assumed narrative. I’d seen Beverly Hills 90210. I knew how this worked.

What exactly did I know?

I knew that there were rules in order to be sexual without being — heaven forfend! — a slut.

I knew that the biggest of these rules was that the big deflowering was supposed to happen at the hands of my Boyfriend (note the capital B, because that’s his proper name). I learned early on that girls with boyfriends could act out sexually, but if you hooked up at a party there was Judgment to be had, so I waited through high school for Boyfriend — and dude didn’t show.

In college, I started getting impatient with Boyfriend. At this point, I was ready to be out in the world of functional, sexually active humans, but the script I had been given said I couldn’t do that until I lost my capital-V Virginity.

Boyfriend needed to show the hell up!

In the years since I have come to think of this waiting around for someone else to come unlock¹ one’s sexuality as the “Disney Princessification” of virginity.

I think that everywhere, from Disney fairy tales to John Hughes films, the messaging to young girls is always the same, “Wait for someone cute to come along and bring you love, sex, and happiness.”

And I’m not alone in this view. In an article titled Policing Young Women’s Sexuality, writer Clementine Ford said it beautifully:

“At every turn girls are told that their sexuality comes from without rather than within, and they must choose wisely which brave knight gets to scale their ivory towers ...”

Some day my prince will come indeed.

Okay, back to my hymen.

By my senior year of college, not only was I still a virgin, but I was now freaked out about the fact that no one was “choosing” me — there was still no Boyfriend. Obviously, I assumed something must be terribly wrong with me, I must be hideous or just inherently non-sexual.

Now, this is not to say I wasn’t sexual, but my rule book said I always had to stop short of intercourse. I was still a Virgin and that was not on my menu. I had not been inducted into that club.

So, there I was, terribly upset about the fact that no one wanted to have sex with me, and thus I wasn’t allowed to have sex, and thus had to turn down sex ... Wait, what?!

It took an embarrassingly long time before I realized how ridiculous this whole thing was.

Cue surprise visit from someone cute who I thought I wouldn’t see again. Nothing like a sense of urgency to prompt action. I chucked the script out the window, put on some leather pants and carpe’d the hell out of that diem. Or I tried to at least.

In what I later learned to be a consequence of too much drinking pre-sex, the actual act of penetration wasn't so successful, but for me ... that was it. That was my first time. No doubt in my mind.

So, how is this the night I lost my virginity if his P never quite made it inside my V?

Well, that was the moment I decided it was absurd to wait for Boyfriend Charming and his magic penis to unlock the gate to my sexuality. I viewed the loss of my virginity as the firing of a sexual starter pistol and that night I grabbed that thing and fired it myself. That night holds so much more meaning for me than the time I did have penetrative intercourse.

So when I try to tell people this story, they don’t get it and they insist that they want to know about my “real” first time.

I said earlier that I don’t often tell this story, but it came back to me as I was turning over this idea of virginity, and I started wondering what it would be like if we approached virginity in a more fluid way.

What if we raised our children² to be sexually informed, empowered and autonomous so they go out into the world able to make their own decisions in a safe, respectful and healthy way?

How would it look if there weren’t “virgins” or “whores,” but rather normal sexual people?

If the value of sexual encounters was weighed in terms of emotional impact rather than those of physical “base tagging”?

What if we took the rules, the script, the capital-V and the Boyfriend and threw all of it all right out of the window?

I know my own story would have looked a hell of a lot different.

So, let’s rethink this. Let’s celebrate the inherent sexuality of all people rather than dictating, “This is is the moment that you become sexual and this is the one act that makes it so.”

Let’s stop thinking of virginity as a commodity and virgins as Sleeping Beauties waiting helplessly for their magic kiss. Let’s give folks the space to find their own experiences and decide what their sexuality looks like for themselves.

If you had your first time to do again, what would it look like?

¹All this talk of unlocking sexuality keeps making me think “I’m about to take my key and stick it in the ignition,” because no one does subtlety like R. Kelly.

²In the past, my tendency to say things like this has led to some misunderstandings. To be clear, I do not have children, just very strong feelings about our society creating functional humans.

 

JoEllen Notte is a writer, speaker and researcher who has been writing about sex, mental health, vibrators and how none of us are broken on her award-winning site, The Redhead Bedhead, since 2012. She is currently working on her first book, "The Monster Under The Bed: Sex, Depression, And The Conversations We Aren't Having."

This piece originally ran on The Buzz: Good Vibrations Online Magazine.

 

 

This article was originally published at The RedHead Bedhead. Reprinted with permission from the author.

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