I am 20 years old and I used to wear a platinum purity ring, but then I lost my virginity to a frat boy. A frat boy I wasn’t dating, and never planned on dating.
Ironically, my hometown has one of the highest teen pregnancy rates in the nation.
Some people like me were practically born for it, and stumble instinctively; I’ve always wanted more than 2 fingers inside me.
Neither the opulent display of prophylactics nor the graphic examples of their non-use proved the biggest factor in my staunchly pro-safe sex attitude. The tipping point, strangely enough, proved to be gangsta rap.
Chastity, they explained, the man doing most of the talking, was like a red, felt heart. He held it up for us. When you “have intercourse” with someone—he tore it in two—you give away half of the heart. Do it again, and you’ve lost another piece.