virginity

I have no confidence in myself, and I don’t know what else to do. I honestly believe I am going to be alone and a virgin for the rest of my life.

I know 20 is young, but the moment you tell someone you're still a virgin, it's as if you told them you're living with a terminal illness.

Here’s the thing about faking it: eventually, the truth comes out, or someone gets hurt. So I'm going to talk about my virginity on first dates!

I was definitely what you might consider a “late bloomer.” When I was younger, I was exceedingly shy around women and insecure about my weight, and I put no effort into my appearance whatsoever. I didn’t have a decent haircut until 2013, and even that’s debatable.

As moms and dads, we probably don’t talk directly about rape to kids, at least not until they’re older. But we’re still sending messages about sex and consent all the time. Because of that, we need to make sure we’re not teaching them some very dangerous lessons, even if just by accident.

[CN: gender essentialism, birth] Patriarchs, love your orgasms all you like, but don’t fall for the weirdly puffed-up idea that they make babies. Penis power is solely limited to fertilizing eggs. And a fertilized egg is a fertilized egg — no less, no more.

Both virginities were lost to friends and I wore needless belts on both occasions, but that's where the similarities ended.

My stomach turns at the touch of his rough hands, and I vomit on his bare feet.