I used to wear my virginity at the tip of my tongue.
My favourite party trick, the one that I would always pull out in games of truth or dare
“im still a virgin” saving my treasure for my husband that would come sailing in,
My knight in shinning armour who would be my first kiss and first love and the one to deflower my post puberty innocence
We were the “everything but” girls, skimming the lines of purity to ensure our worth wouldn’t decrease
My virginity was a prisoner to Christian dogma and misogyny
Promise rings and patriarchy
I found myself in feminism
Learnt that my treausure was in more than what joins the thighs that my worth cannot be reduced by guys
and it happened…
A messy 4am encounter with a name that slips my mind
Fast , rhytmless and underwhelming.
After all the build up I expected to feel like damaged goods.
The world continues
The sexually active, the abstainers and the asexuals.
All inherently worthy regardless of how they chose express their sexuality.