Just a Little Harmless Sex

I don’t remember losing my virginity. This isn’t a tragic story, I just got drunk and lost it somewhere, to some guy (thankfully I had the presence of mind to tell him to wear a condom.) I don’t mourn my lost hymen or cry about how I wish my first time had been more special, or at least more memorable. Or memorable at all. I honestly don’t even think about it that much.

I know that this mindset is unusual, but I don’t think it should be, necessarily. It just means that historically, sex hasn’t been an especially huge deal for me. Sure, I enjoy it as much as the next girl, maybe even more so, but I just don’t want to give it that much power in my life. I much prefer to worry about things like love or general affection in my relationship with men.

I’m a one man woman now, but before I got in to this long term relationship, I had cracked double digits. Most were one night stands with guys who were generally decent and thoughtful in the sack but I didn’t expect much from them outside the bedroom and the feeling was mutual. I don’t know if this means that I’m a modern woman in my opinions about sex, but I prefer that classification more than “whore“, or “slut“ (“Harlot” and “Hussy” I’m okay with, because they are fun to say and don’t have quite the venom that the first two words do). Read More »