![]() The apocalypse.A Story by Molly D![]() This is a short personal essay for an English class.![]()
The deed was done on a Tuesday at 11:57 p.m. sometime in the spring. I made sure to look at the clock right before I cleared him for landing because it seemed important to know the exact moment I became a woman. Everything I’d been reading about for weeks culminated into about twenty minutes of sort of awkward, sort of chilly, and altogether unremarkable sex. Luckily it was a painless process, which was a huge relief to me after all the horror stories I’d been told by my experienced girlfriends who boarded the band wagon long before I had. Less than thrilled, I let my mind wander. How bizarre. Just six months ago I’d been positive I’d lose my virginity on my wedding night to my well endowed soulmate, but being less than steadfast in the goal to remain chaste, my flimsy will gave way to my incessant curiosity and there I was. I smiled in amusement at the idea of how taboo it was: a sexually active teen, denouncing her fundamentalist Christian upbringing and doing it with an older guy. To me, this was downright scandalous. I realized too late that I’d doomed myself to another five minutes when my partner took my smile as a sign of encouragement, but he was nice so I let it slide, no pun intended. Later, after a short internal struggle between residual Christian guilt and newfound sexual freedom, I chose to celebrate my womanhood as I decided the moral high ground is probably a very lonely place. © 2009 Molly DReviews
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