A Man and his Penguin

In this morning’s paper, there was a little article about some theatre director who was doing a play about "first sexual encounters", offering free tickets to people who could prove to a hypnotist that they were virgins.

Said this guy: "There are more virgin-tickets than there are virgins in New York".

This idiot should go back to his previous unpaid job, manning the other end of gloryholes, because virgins have it tough enough without cocksuckers like him making fun of them. Virgins are missing out on sexual experiences, usually through no fault of their own. They know they’re missing out. They know they are different in this shallow world. It’s just nasty to rub it in.

You know what? I’ve had opportunity to lose my virginity. I could’ve raped a girl. I could’ve gone to a brothel. I could’ve taken advantage of vulnerable people who I knew. I’m a better person than to do those things, and I’ve been unlucky in relationships, so if you want to make fun make sure you do it behind my back, or you’ll find some steel-capped boots suddenly lodged in an unfortunate place that you can’t see without a mirror.

When I finally have sex for the first time, it will (with any luck) be with someone who I know and like, and who likes me too; it won’t be an isolated incident, it will be within a relationship. And that’s how it should be.

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