By Guest Blogger Tara Baboushkin
I was one of the last of my friends to have sex. Yup, I admit it, practically a whole year behind the rest of my group. Now, that’s not to say that I wasn’t sexual, I just wasn’t having any sex. Like my other friends, I had a boyfriend, I went to grad – in short, I had opportunity. But I didn’t have sex.
So what does that make me? A prude, a priss, a “good girl”? By some standards, yes. By male standards, definitely. Perhaps even by some of your standards too. By my own standards, however, I was anything but.
The truth is that I was, in fact, very sexual and very sexually curious. From a young age, the idea of sexual intimacy as an expression of emotion and love fascinated me. I was always asking my parents to “TV kiss” (in other words, smooch) in front of me to show me they were really “in love.” Like most young girls, I fantasized about kissing my fifth-grade crush and slow-dancing with the cutest boy at the Saturday night camp dance.
