A little about myself:
I was born in Alexandria VA, but I raised in Western Pennsylvania. I moved to Washington DC for college...and still haven't left 14 years later. My sex is male, but my gender is interchangeable.
How I define virginity:
In heterosexual and male homosexual dynamics, I see virginity as penis penetration of the vagina or anus. For lesbian sex...I have no idea.
Here's my story:
I was reading through the blog and noticed a sad dearth of stories from older individuals (Oh gods, don't make me the old one). I'm 32 years old, and I still have my V-card, depending on your outlook. The fact that I still have my V-card probably qualifies as irony, however.
For almost two years I worked for a kink venue. That is to say, a venue where people came to party (legally) on various pieces of kinky apparatus. The day I realized I had become jaded to the whole situation was when I was speaking with the venue owner in our office and two women were naked and having sex on the floor just inside the doorway. Open door policy indeed.
Despite routinely seeing naked women running around during those two years, I never had intercourse. The opportunity only came up once, and I only found out afterwards.
It's not that I'm waiting for marriage–just for something a little deeper than a one-night-stand. I've had a few near-misses–right time, wrong place, etcetera. But as a man gets older, the expectation is that he is either really experienced (and should have papers proving he's disease free and routinely checked) or a lame duck.
We'll see if it happens anytime soon. But for all the guys out there thinking you're the oldest male virgin around outside of the priesthood?
Odds are you aren't.