i used to think sex was meaningless

i used to think sex was meaningless. something you get done. irritated by the excessive ceremony. the stupidity of a virginity only half applied. revolting against the thought that to be touched was a loss. the sizzle down the middle when his smile caught my eye was a mistake. an embarrassment. women, girls, were to be enjoyed, not enjoy themselves. so. i was determined to embody henjoyment. the soft life: a man’s life. lay with who i may. whimsy, flirtation, caress. game: smooth and spitting. if they could do it, so could i. and you know, i actually don’t regret it. at least not for the reasons they always tell us twenty somethings. whore. slut. shameless. well, these are my three favorite words. don’t they just roll off the slippery whetted tongue? no, i don’t care what they might say. my biggest regret is how long it took to discover orgasming. but then again, i hear even the married ones are often at a loss so. all is fair in love and war, a man and woman’s world.