The Virginity Disease

I’m celebrating my 22nd birthday on July 23rd and I still haven’t achieved a major checkpoint in my adulthood: losing my virginity. I have not yet bow-chicka-wow-wowed because before this point in my life, I’ve overhyped my hymen. I’ve come to realize that it’s just sex. So, who cares if you value it or not? We’re constantly told that our first love usually isn’t our last, ya know? So, who cares? (Who cares if you value it or not, I mean.)

Being 21 and still virginal means dating is a little harder than just Tinder-ing for that special someone. Despite my new-found who-gives-a-shit-if-I’m-a-slut attitude and 21+-year-old people’s undying desire to cum, straight cis-gendered men usually don’t want to be the “first” to fuck-the-“thing”. When they’ve just reached the drinking age, men prefer to be a woman’s fourth or fifth.  Later in life, men are fixated on a woman’s “number” not being too high. You either want me sexually active or totally untouched! MAKE UP YOUR MIND, BOYS! Except, it shouldn’t matter at all. Their opinions shouldn’t be the main factor in whether or not they get introduced to my lady parts.

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I was recently rejected via text message. This kindly gentleman that rejected me used Hemingway’s infamous 6-word-poem, “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” It was this man’s way of informing me that since I was a virgin, (“baby shoes, never worn” referring to my unentered vagina) he was no longer interested. In this context, my virginity was a part of the potential relationship that I was selling, and he wasn’t willing to put in a bid for something that he’d have to break in himself. “Not sure I can make it any more plain than what I’ve written,” were his last words to me before ending our conversation for good.

I’m pretty sure that the concept of virginity was made up by some guy who thought he was so important that he could change my identity just by jabbing my body with his penis. Being a virgin passed the age of 18 is like being put under the glass ceiling of sexual activity. I can literally receive all the dick pics in the world, but because I’ve never gone “all the way”, I’ll never go “all the way”. As one man once said to me, “You’ll turn into a clinger, like all the other virgins.” It seems, what most hetero-cis-men really want is a girl who has only had enough sex to “get over” being a virgin, but not enough so that they’re “ruined”.

Men don’t want to carry the burden of having to commit to the girl they are sleeping with. NEWS FLASH: These days, young adult females usually aren’t looking to commit, either. Speaking on a personal level: I’m not really looking to commit. I barely know what profession I’m going to land in, and that’s a hell of a lot more important to me right now than what human I’m going to end up dying with. Before any dating prospect has even sent me a message on OKCupid or come up to me at a bar, they’ve already pinned me with the diagnosis of being a girl. As most movies about mental illness try to teach us, these men can be convinced that “love conquers all”, including my girl syndrome.

Being a virgin is a much less visible disease. I’ve been trained to believe that any date must be “warned”, so they know up front that I have not yet been a completed conquest. These potential dates are left to wonder “How come she’s 21 and no one has fucked her?” And there we have it: my worth is directly connected to how men are attracted to me, and how successful those men have been in their attempts at sleeping with me. With no previous sexual partners under my belt, at an age where I’m expected to have an adult paying job, I appear worthless in the dating scene. There must be something wrong with me, because in most eyes, there is no reason a person would have chosen to be a 21 year old virgin.

Although the past few prospects in my life have rejected me solely based on an unexplored part of my anatomy, I realize that not all men are jerks. Just these, and the ones who act like them. I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know many wonderful men. I have men in my life that would defend my honor, listen to me whine, dance with me at parties, and who didn’t flinch when they found out I was queer. These men in my life have offered to be my wingmen at bars because they want me to have the same fun as everyone else and who have complimented me on my wonderful virginity. These men laughed along side me when I told them my last rejection was from a man who said “Sorry… I’ve lived a bit longer, beyond petty idealism. You go rant about males. I’m perfectly fine fighting in the opposite direction. So long.” Now, to only convince one of these gorgeous man friends to date me, so the pressure changes from needing to lose my v-card to wanting to get down and dirrrrtay.

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15 thoughts on “The Virginity Disease

  1. Pingback: Deepest Sympathies on still being a Virgin | Benjy Meets World

  2. the weirdest thing about the hemingway quote is that it’s about a miscarriage and is so incredibly sad and tragic and completely unrelated to early 20 year olds dating/fucking.

  3. Have you ever considered that maybe you’re just too good for him? If he considers all virgins to be “clingy” then he’s obv narrow minded. I choose to be a virgin because I’m holding out on losing it to someone that deserves ME. Not some dude who wants to bang you and then leave because he’s already made up his mind that you’re probably going to cling to him like a ball and chain forever. PLEASE. I also have my career as number one priority right now as well, which means I have no time to play games with petty boys. Anyway, I think it’s cool that the author totally sees that a guy’s opinion should not influence your decision on losing it. But I’m not one for the stigma that all virgins are worthless in the dating scene. Sorry if you think my standards are high, I just want the next person I date to be everything I deserve.

  4. I was once in the same spot you are currently in. I grew up being dragged to church, and thinking that saving myself for my wedding night was the right thing to do. I never really questioned it, and it was a good excuse for me to not really delve into deeper intimacy issues that I have since had to do.
    I lost my virginity a few weeks after my 22nd birthday. It wasn’t planned, it was with a guy I had known for a few years but was never more than just acquaintances with. I never told him it was my first time, because I had decided that losing my virginity was more about me than anybody else. I didn’t want him to treat me differently because I had never been “jabbed with a penis”. As it was happening I was thinking “Is this seriously what I’ve waited all these years for?!?” I slept over, and in the morning he wanted to sleep in but I was antsy, so I got up got dressed, and took myself out for breakfast. I felt really good. Five years and four sexual partners later, I have no regrets.

    • I don’t know how old you are, or how long ago high school was for you, but I definitely think that in the past few years, that there have been a lot of changes in the dating game. “Dating”, for instance, has taken on a whole new meaning. During my last four years, which was spent in college, my friends had “taken it slow” with the being-official-thing, even if they were sleeping with someone exclusively. Premarital sex is more common than not, and it’s a really positive change. But, I think the whole “yeah man, I took her virginity” thing isn’t really as cute once you’re 18. At least, that’s been my experience.

  5. I was 100% virgin till I was 28 (33 now), though I hadn’t dated either. It just didn’t happen for me, for a number of factors and personal reasons. Now I kind of wish I hadn’t given it up so quickly, to a guy who never even kissed me till 2 years and 7 months into our relationship. I’d like to have partnered sex again sometime in this lifetime, and not only rely on my left hand to get off, but if there’s a next time, I’ll be more careful about it. Although my experience with that guy did show me that there’s not just one definition of virginity, and that it’s a state of mind and social construct more than it is a membrane. My hymen was so thick we weren’t successful till the 8th occasion we attempted intercourse, but we did other sexual things in the meantime. I didn’t think of myself as a virgin anymore by the time that physical problem went away.

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