The concept of virginity being something you maintain, lose, treasure, covet, or discard, was one I could never fully grasp. I never understood the looming religious theme or the socio-cultural hype.
I am older now and I understand. My brain and body were elastic and pliable, so I never noticed the damage done. I have outgrown masochism, but I better understand it now.
I don't remember who's idea it was. No one told him or I that it was supposed to be gentle or nice.
I still feel the shame and the guilt echo now and again. No one is pointing fingers, but I encourage you to place your negativity on my memory so that you may make space in your head for greater things. Sometimes, I take the blame so I don't have to swallow the more difficult alternative: the possibility that it wasn't my fault.
Materials: Canvas, acrylic polymer