Our latest V-Card Diaries comes from Adelaide in Canada, who considers herself pansexual. Her sexual response is dulled by anti-depressants, so she’s decided not to enter into another relationship until she feels eager about the other person. If you want to tell your story, go to our submission form. We’d love to run it in this blog.
A little about myself:
I’m 33 years old, from Canada. Female.
How I define virginity:
It’s strange how often this has changed in my mind. I like to think it’s “evolved.” As I’ve grown, and learnt more, it went from “penis + vagina” to “physical act of sex, no matter the gender of those involved” (oral sex included- otherwise there would be a LOT of gay virgins!!) to something I can’t explain completely yet. As one can have an orgasm without touching, could you possibly not be a virgin and a full-fledged sexual being by the contents of your thoughts? Just like how it is possible to not “technically” be a virgin, yet have no sense or feeling in the sexual act (if it’s just seen as a technicality of a relationship, not that “little death”)? What about people who don’t have physical sex, but have the master/slave, mistress/slave relationship, where the only thing that passes between them is command? Many look upon these relationships as intense and loving, but is it sex? To them, it might be, since the emotions are.
Here’ my story:
My story is… I have no story. Technically, I suppose, I’m still a virgin. Never allowed myself to be touched in this way, never been kissed or allowed myself to be kissed. It’s not as if I haven’t had offers for it. One boyfriend was so passionate and insistent it alarmed me, but nothing happened because I was completely uninterested. It may have just been the hormones, I don’t know: Once sex crowded into the room, I stopped listening. He treated it as an area of “finding out.” If my lips flushed, he KNEW I was aroused. Sadly, he always got it wrong. My disinterested nature didn’t help, of course. It does play against my passionate nature.
I think it’s an area of personal space I’m very sensitive about, and dislike it being invaded. The physical act of being that intimate with someone is horrifying for me. So, I think the person I would want would have to be something special- otherwise I could never go through with it.
Not that I wish this ideology on anyone else. We all have appetites, begun in our minds when we are quite young. I think everyone should experience sex, to whatever state it might be in… that’s my ideal, so long as it’s consensual. Sex is a healthy part of life – it should be, it’s supposed to be. Yet, I don’t consider myself to be “unhealthy”… just not wanting to cross that boundary since I haven’t met someone yet I’m comfortable crossing it with. I don’t like the idea of having sex with someone I feel absolutely nothing for – or when they touch me, I feel nothing, even revulsion (At myself or at their touch? I’m uncertain). I also lived a rather isolated high school life, where I was one of the outcasts and although sex was probably happening around me in earnest, it was not an area I was welcomed or even gestured towards. One profession of love turned into a group joke, so I guess something inside me closed off from being vulnerable. Also: People talked. During my 8th grade year, when my grandfather died, some were convinced I had taken time off school to have a baby. That’s the kind of people I had surrounding me, so you can imagine my reluctance to take part in their “games”.
The strange part is, I’m a very sexual person when my brain isn’t doped with antidepressants. When I’m off them, I need “release” all the time through masturbation. If I don’t, I have intense dreams. I can’t masturbate when I’m on these kind of meds (though I need them, and accept this loss for the benefit they give me), because it’s a fight with the blockers/excessives in my brain. I have absolutely no sex drive.
Strangely, I think I define myself as “pansexual”. The beauty of both sexes overwhelm me. Where beauty is concerned, I’m not picky over the sex of the person.
I’ve had no negative experiences with sex: Physical experiences, I mean. I’ve never been abused, or forced to do anything.
I guess you could call me a virgin. Some of my friends would categorize me as such – but they may also categorize me as a failure, or “the strange one” because I haven’t married, sprung offspring, bought a house, gotten a full-time job, or done all the hetero-normal things people my age are supposed to do. Other friends feel differently, and love me as I am. The previously mentioned friends love me, too, but since I don’t do things as they do, they get alarmed. (I think it’s more of a reflection of themselves than of me).
I have the automatic instinct to not do things “normally.” Normal is boring.
I also decided (after a relationship where I feel I really hurt someone by my disinterest) not to enter into another until I was ready, eager, and willing to enjoy each other. Hasn’t happened yet. But I think I am happier for it. No messing around, and no hurting people. Yet, if I end up having sex for the first time in a gas station restroom with someone I just met, if I feel comfortable with them touching me… I’d be fine with that. Whatever happens will happen.