Thursday, December 25, 2008

Happy Holidays!


Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all!

If you're like me, you feel slightly devoid of the Christmas spirit...

If you're lucky, you don't.

It's times like these that make me wish it was slightly easier for me to find someone to share it with. When you have a family like mine you love em, but can hardly tolerate the racially-charged and otherwise meaningless conversation they offer at Christmas parties.

Seeing my cousin and her boyfriend of...what is it now? Three years? Four? made me wish for a special someone to bring home to the family, too.

I'm a couple-oriented person who is rarely in a couple. When I say rarely, I mean I've only ever had a relationship with one person. Chuck and I had a thing sophomore year of high school. Oooh, Miss Experience. Ignoring I was still hung up over him for the greater portion of high school, there weren't many prospective others back to distract me anyway. We'll also ignore any strong feelings I still have for him and focus on people I actually have a chance with. Cool.

This Christmas wasn't the best I've ever had, and although it had me down well into the afternoon I'm over it now. I tend to keep on fighting. I'll just have to find myself a "plus-one" in the next few months. It'll definitely make this blog more interesting.

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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Brotherly Love

I have a half brother. He's fourteen years older than me, has a wonderful wife, an adopted son, and a few pets. He also attended the university I currently inhabit. He used to work as a bouncer at a bar right off campus and pretty much had the ideal college experience. So, he has some wisdom to hand off to me whether I ask for it or not.

Part of his advice? Don't date until you're married.

Hmm...interesting theory...

He added if I found a nice guy during my senior year that I could date him maybe-kinda too.

My brother's slightly scared. As well as very suspicious of every guy in the world that's ever approached me. Bruce Lee once said "I want sons. Not daughters. With sons, you have to worry about one penis. With daughters...you have to worry about every penis out there in the world."

Truer words were probably never spoken.

Sad, really.

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Sunday, December 14, 2008

Extra! Virgin - Weekly Virgin News


playboy virgin mary
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I google a lot. A lot. I've been using the term "google it" since I was 10. Needless to say I would google "virgin" every once in a while to see what pops up. When I find something interesting, I'll post it here. :) I'm thinking a weekly virgin-related news post. We'll see how it goes.

Virgin Mary XXX Well now they've done it. Really. Virgin Mary? Playboy cover? I know porn is definitely one to push the boundaries but you can't tell me that there was no one in the boardroom to speak up and say, "Hey...um, guys? We're kinda making an allusion to the mother of Jesus...except we're making her naked with just a blanket over her head. Don't you think this is gonna get us in trouble? You know...since we're in MEXICO?"

That's right. Playboy MEXICO is the reason behind this. Days before the Day of the Virgin Mary. How nice.

Read the whole story here

In other news...meet Britain's oldest virgin.Clara Meadmore. She's 105. Mad props to her. Not that I'd want to be 105 and have never gotten laid. But, she definitely should be the mascot for willpower and celibacy. If she can do it, you can too!

'I imagine there is a lot of hassle involved and I have always been busy doing other things. I've never had a boyfriend - I've never been bothered about relationships.' she said back in October.

I think I'd like to meet her. She went on to say she decided at age 10 (the age that I started using "google it") that she would never get married and stuck with that. The idea of never wanting to be in a relationship baffles me. In the same way, I'm sure, that I baffle my friends with the idea of wanting to wait to have sex.

Well, here's to Clara.

And finally, I was reading this article about an experiment conducted in Australia that came to conclusion that science majors are more likely to remain virgins than art majors.

...I'm an art major.

...Interesting. Then again I'm used to being an outlier.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Why

Whenever the cat falls ungracefully from its bag (the bag I choose not to bring attention to most of the time) around my male friends, all hell breaks loose. Me being a virgin isn't what astounds them. It's the fact that I want to be a virgin that leaves them dumbfounded. Imagine that.

About 98% of the time, I prefer the company of guys to girls. I have many more guy friends than girl ones, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Since I won't be using real names in this blog, I'll come up with some creative, descriptive ones.

-Two minutes later-

Some of my closest friends on campus live in the residence hall across from mine. Two are roommates. I christen them Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris. Bruce Lee, like me, still has his V-card but desperately wants to lose it. Chuck Norris lost his to a slightly psychotic girl we'll call Carrie. As in the Carrie that went ape shit at her senior prom when a bucket of pig's blood fell on her head. Although...Stephen King's Carrie was much nicer and level headed. Anyway, you get the idea. Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris are in a band together along with a few other mutual close friends. I guess Bruce and Chuck will gain personality throughout the life of this blog.

Anyway, in said band (which I'd plug but would totally give up anonymity in doing so), two of six are still virgins.

I guess the point of this post is to explain, in a very roundabout way, why I'm a virgin. Why did I go on such a big tangent at the beginning? Well...the fact I'm a virgin both intrigues and aggravates them. (As well as the vast majority of other guys who've I've told)

"So, Venus." You ask. "Why are you waiting?"

Truth is, I'm a hopeless romantic. Keyword here being hopeless.

My mom was never married. She's only ever had sex with one man. I was under the impression my parents were married (though they never said they were) until I was about 12. Long story short; my mom wants me to have it better than she did. But, she also taught me to make my own decisions and think why people are giving me the advice they are before I take it.

From the time I was a kid I was told to wait, even though we weren't very religious. My mom and dad come from very religious backgrounds, but I've only been in a church once for anything other than a wake or funeral so I don't think they carried the tradition on very well. Me on the other hand, weighed the decision based on who I was and who I wanted to be in life. Sure, according to the Bible waiting is what's right but that's not the reason I finally chose to wait for.

I never had the wool over my eyes when it came to sex - when I was three and asked my mom what "Dr. John Carter was doing with that girl" on E.R., she didn't come up with some bullshit answer like "Tickle fight" or "taking a nap". Five minutes after asking what the hell "sex" was, I knew what parts were called and what we did with them. I called sex a "puzzle for people who love each other", my mom said "I knew you were too young", and then we continued watching E.R. I love my childhood.

The biggest reason I've chosen to wait is that I can't imagine myself actually being with more than one person that way. I've tried. Sure, being a virgin during puberty is very frustrating so I've definitely had my share of fantasies, but in the end...I know the idea of sharing myself with more than one person would make me sick. I don't hold that true for everyone though. I have more than enough sexually experienced friends and don't hold anything against them. Along with that, I think it'd be awesome to be able to look at the guy I marry on the eve of our crazy (or immensely awkward) honeymoon and say, "Hey, I waited for you. You went without for God-knows-how-long for me...Ready to celebrate?"

Not to mention I'm not fond of STDs and babies. At least not now. For the babies, I mean. And I'm actually quite fond of babies...just not my own. You get the idea.

I don't disapprove of sex, in fact if it's anything at all like what I do alone I'll be the happiest girl alive when I have someone to romp around with. I'm not afraid of sex. I've never been in a traumatic situation that's made me vow to wait prim and proper like for my "White Knight". I'm not delusional. At least not very. Choosing to wait until marriage pretty much cheats me out of a lot of possible relationships and memories that others who don't have to worry about it will experience. But, does that really matter to me? At this point in my life, I'll be dating with the intent of marriage. Why put some poor sap through abstinence (apparently sex is like water now days.) just to have a good time? And why bother dating guys who don't think I'm worth waiting for?

Hmm. Hope that clears it up for everyone just a little bit.

Til next time,
V. ♥

Friday, December 12, 2008

the popping of one cherry...

I'm part of a dying, misunderstood breed of female trying to survive in modern day society. My breed tends to die off in large numbers during this stage of life. For me, it's not about losing it. It's more about keeping it.

Hi, my name's Venus* and I'm a virgin.

Nice to meet you, too.

I'll let everyone who wants to laugh or ask what the hell is wrong with me do so now, so they can get it out of their systems.

The concept for this blog was born over the past summer, when I realized what I was getting myself into. I'm on of those rare people waiting for marriage to have sex. I'm not a prude, I'm not wide eyed and innocent, and I'm not an over-the-top religious martyr. Considering I plan on keeping this blog until I (a) forget about it because it turns out lame, (b) get married and SCORE!, or (c) lose my virginity not according to plan, there will be many opportunities for me to explain my own reasons for waiting. I'm bound to have a lot of interesting things happen because I am waiting that I'll want to look back on and a lot that I want to say, so I figured it couldn't hurt to embark on something new.

Consider this me popping one cherry to talk about conserving another.

Yours truly,
V

*Real names won't be used in this blog. Aw poo. :(