Stolen Virtue?
There's only one first time for everything.
Missing, virginity.
Last seen, high school parking lot.
Stolen, no. Misappropriated, maybe. No, stolen. Heisted. Internal and external forces, ego and social pressure, working in concert.
Can’t be a virgin.
Just can’t, unless you want to lie. God forbid they find out, call you on it. No Canadian girlfriend. No one time at camp.
Can’t be a virgin.
Just can’t, unless you crave social oblivion. Your virility compromised, questioned. Your sexuality, a topic of derisive whispers, and giggling behind cupped hands.
“Wait for it. Wait for someone special.”
“Shut up, heart. Shut up, soul. This isn’t about you. It’s about everyone else.
“But you only get one time. You only get one time.”
“There’s only one first time for everything. Why is this special? Why is this above compromise?”
Sweaty, skin sticking to fake leather. A first moment lost in a thrust. Ten years down, what was her name again? Worth it.
Worth it? Where’s the profit? Where’s the haul? Where’s the certainty that comes with wealth? Is your ego any richer? Are you higher in the social stratum?
No. Ill-gotten gains are quickly squandered when you’re an addict.
Your drug of choice, a false notion of acceptance.
About the Creator
Mack Devlin
Writer, educator, and follower of Christ. Passionate about social justice. Living with a disability has taught me that knowledge is strength.
We are curators of emotions, explorers of the human psyche, and custodians of the narrative.
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