A, D, L, O, P, R. :3 from Anonymous
A- I’ve come to the point in my life where i hate the concept of virginity portrayed in everyday life because virginity and/ or the state of being a virgin is in no way medically or scientifically defined (trust me, as the daughter from literally all sides either doctors or scientists, i was privileged enough to research this) and if it is, it is most likely from an outdated and/or bias source that is no longer respected and/or used in any field. Virginity is a concept that for each person is different, kind of how each person knows that they’re ready. Virginity is not what the media shoves down our throats. It has a negative connotation and I detest it. As I said before, the hymen does not fucking break (don’t you dare say that, i almost punched a bitch once for pulling that shit and slutshaming all over the place) , it stretches, you can tear it a little bit, and it bleeds, but its still there, or some people are just born without one! Do i consider myself a Virgin? No. Am I a “special snowflake” for thinking this? Hell to the fuck nah, I have my opinion and that is that. Do I think anybody else should think the same way I do and/or do i think my opinion is the only right one? again, hell to the motherfuckin’ nah, its only my opinion and it really doesn’t have value to anybody but me, and it works for me. If they think the same thing, if they don’t think the same thing, agree with me, or disagree with me, awesome! Have I ever had consensual sexual intercourse with penetration (which constitutes MY interpretation of my first time thus “virginity”) or in other words my “sexual debut” before? No. Read the purity myth if you do not understand. Sorry for the long response, actually nah i’m not fucking sorry, but I fucking hate when people ask me that and I have to respond with the almost forced answer of yes or they don’t take my opinion seriously. In essence, no I have not had my sexual debut.
D-Non, je ne regrette rien
L- Yes, I (kinda) am right now. I love and care for him very much.
O- guess ;)
P- they know who they are, and i would anything for them; take a bullet for them, including not releasing their personal info online without their permission.
R- My first kiss was with a boy named Matias. He was my best friend at the time, freshman year. Its funny because he was head over heels in love with my best friend (she had her first kiss with him too!), but then they broke up, we both thought he was the coolest; he had long black hair, kind of bushy eyebrows, toned arms, and carried around a guitar and a little notebook everywhere, he also spoke with somewhat of a pseudo British vernacular due to his obsession with The Beatles, which was paired with his Argentinian accent. His words were of a poet . He was skinny, but not frail, he an irresistible ambiance of teenage arrogance and angst paired with his leftist mentality. That day, before the kiss, I remember walking down the coral steps of our Arts school as the sun nearly blinded me, walking from theater class with still in my leotard, tights, and ballet skirt from dance earlier in the morning, and saying ” I don’t think i’ll get married, no one would want to marry me anyway.” and he stopped at the bottom step and looked up at me and said ” i’d marry you in a hot second” I said, “really?! you would do that for me?!” as I descended to the second floor, and once i reached the bottom he hugged me and then said “You’re perfect, love, who wouldn’t want to?” That moment was spectacular, and it is forever in my memory. Later on, after school ended we were walking to the bus that would drop us off at the metrorail station, I started babbling on about how i don’t think anyone would ever kiss me, blah blah blah i’m horrible, i’m awful, and he was talking about he actually really didn’t like this girl he was dating and he was actually about to break up with her. when we get to this building that kind of wedged out thus blocking the past buildings from view. We stopped there, slightly sweating due to the Miami heat (as usual), by the chain link fence enclosing the alleyway, and he offered to be my first kiss. Me, being me, I started being paranoid and saying that I probably would be bad ect. ect. ( even though I really wanted to) then out of no where he just kissed me. just like that. and all my fear and anxiety just melted away, and we melted together. We consequently jumped the gate to the alleyway, and went searching for a room to try and melt further. We found a dusty, dirty old electric room on the end of the alley from the abandoned building on the right side of the alley. There was a back area, that had overgown with weeds, with a chainlink fence with a hole through it. We laughed and smiled, We made out for a bit, then we heard a voice, and we got so very scared because it sounded like a drug deal going south. We were so scared, nearly trembling. Yelling went on for about 30 min. The voices left, and we were standing with our backs against the wall, adrenaline pumping. Once we waited for safety, we bolted. He, being a gentleman, let me over first (it was a very small gate as you can imagine), and consequently he hurled himself over and we fast walked to the bus station trying to look normal, hoping no one saw us, laughing all the way. We’re still friends to this day.
I know it sounds like i’m making that up, but honestly its what actually happened. It was perfect.