How Too Much “Hymenal Tissue” Can Complicate Virgin-Sex
Knowledge is power especially in the bedroom
I grew up in a community that chastised girls for having sex and celebrated boys for exploring their sexuality.
Sex was a game where men were the predator and women the prey — someone had to win. But as we became teenagers with raging hormones, this game became more attractive. Instead of running from predators, the prey wanted to be caught.
I never partook in this game because as a highly sapiosexual and demisexual individual I was only attracted to highly intelligent men who could evoke strong emotions in me. That combination was hard to find.
Sex was the last thing on my mind and I wasn’t willing to have sex with anyone because everyone was doing it. Before I knew it, I was a 26-year-old virgin. I wasn’t alone; my best friend Cleo was too.
We wanted to lose our virginity by our standards: We wanted a man who could respect and care for us, not one who only viewed us as something to conquer.
Patience is bitter, but it’s fruits are sweet.
Around the same time, we both met our partners and enjoyed months of courtship, double dates…
