How I Lost My Virginity

May 19, 2014 — 223 Comments


The real title to this blog entry is “How Reading Saved My Life.”

Fat chance you were going to check that out, Sean and Don.

I’ve decided to embrace the whole “Google search term” thing.

No use fighting it, or trying to class it up with highbrow intellectual titles.

Nope. I’m giving EVERY BLOG POST a lascivious title.

Otherwise, how will I continue to attract the meritorious people of the Interwebz who are looking for,

“wife is always dry with me but if she reed sex stories she gets wet.”

(this is just a guess, pal – but maybe she would be a little moister if you weren’t a complete illiterate).

But now that you’re here, stick around. I promise to jazz up the story with the pottymouthed language and sexual innuendos you come here to read.

Because I led you on, I’ll provide sordid details of  my deflowerication at the end.

Which did not happen, contrary to the post image, with the Wu Tang clan “en masse” (French for gang-bang.)

I wasn’t always the Happening Chick you see in my saucy gravatar.

saucy gravatar

saucy gravatar

I grew up on Staten Island, the forgotten borough.

The New York subway system doesn’t run there.

You get there via the Staten Island Ferry, which is like the Love Boat – only when you get off, you find out you have herpes.

I've always thought the ferry looked like the cover of a Doors album

I’ve always thought the ferry looked like the cover of a Doors album

I lived in one of the worst housing projects in all of NYC – The Stapleton Projects.

I had this lovely view just outside my front door.

So cosy- like Auschwitz.

So cosy- like Auschwitz.

We were one of the very few white families residing there.

Stapleton was made famous as the birthplace of the Wu-Tang Clan.

They were a hardcore gangsta rap group, back in the day when gangsta rap meant you had a prison tattoo and an unlicensed gun, not a trust fund and a beach house.

Staten Islanders believe the Wu Tang symbol is their own private bat signal

Staten Islanders believe the Wu Tang symbol is their own private bat signal

In case you’re wondering why we grew up there – my dad was a cop, and we moved there when the projects were built for city workers.

Unfortunately, dad died, leaving mom with six of us.

The projects morphed into Section 8 welfare housing, and mom couldn’t afford to move us out.

So there I was… a skinny nerdy white girl growing up in a gangsta rap video.

Pippi Longstocking meets Ghostface Killah.

Even I long to beat this child up.

Even I long to beat this child up.

I got my butt kicked on a regular basis.  Learned how to project fight – “hit them hard, fast, and FROM BEHIND.”

Being tough – awesome.

Feeling like an outsider your entire childhood – not so much.  I was desperate to find an escape.

So I read.

Constantly, because we were poor and books were available.

Fuck you, we had an elephant.

Fuck you, we had an elephant.

I didn’t know it yet, but I was actually working on one of the defining characteristics of my life –


At 9, I tried to wrap my brain around “A Wrinkle In Time.”

A bizarre science fiction masterpiece of Inter-dimensional time travel, quantum physics, and plucky heroine Meg Murray fighting the iconic battle of good vs. evil.

Meg – trapped and unseen in a family of brothers, wild curly hair, braces, glasses. too smart for her friends, alienated at a young age by her lack of patience for utter BULLSHIT.

She was ME. My literary doppelgänger.

Reading A Wrinkle in Time is similar to taking a hit of really strong blotter acid.

This book twisted my mind up to where 35 years later, it has still not fully recovered.


But in a GOOD way.

A New York City program allowed poor slum kids to obtain their working papers at 13.

Yes. Isn’t that enviable? Instead of attending rainbow parties at 13,

Yeah, No.

Yeah, No. Not this kind.

like the entitled brats where I now live, I was told,

“Happy birthday! Now get a job!”

My first job –

The Public Library. Surprise, surprise.

The library owned every banned, highly coveted  book – but did not circulate them.

The banned book has a longstanding and ludicrous history.

Did you know that the innocuous Where’s Waldo was banned?

Amongst those thousands of characters a tiny woman on the beach showed microscopic side boob.

Some degenerate with a magnifying glass and a propensity for comic book erections actually found this.

The library sequestered all illicit books away in a super-duper top-secret file named “Banned Books.

I cleverly unearthed these nuggets of literary rebellion.

And read every motherfucker in that file.

I discovered On the Road by Jack Kerouac. It’s an American classic of crazy adventure and freedom.

It’s positively riddled with drugs, jazz, drugs, sex, and drugs.

I tore through Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs.

Naked Lunch? This isn’t really a novel; it’s a twisted series of disturbing, drug ridden, sexually explicit vignettes.

Burroughs wrote it while living in Tangiers, in a one-room apartment above a male whorehouse, strung out on smack and male prostitutes.


I’ve decided to go the next school board meeting and demand that they put these on high school reading list.

Naked Lunch must be made part of the new “Common Core.”


The ONLY reason to see “The Notebook.” There is no reason to read it.

We finally moved when I was in high school.  *sigh of relief*

Were you hoping for the happy ending?

Not. So. Fast.

Back in those days,  if you were “bright,” you got “skipped.”

The misguided educators actually put you a grade ahead with kids a year older, forgetting about social, emotional, psychological and physical (especially physical) development.

I also have an end of the year birthday, so I was almost 2 years younger than most kids in my grade.

Get the picture? No more scary gangsta projects.

Instead, we’re talking TRAINING BRA in the GYM LOCKER ROOM.

I think my pal Ghostface Killah did less damage to my psyche.

So, guess what I did to heal all those psychic hits on my ego?

Yep.  I read.

Alongside Holden Caulfield, I gave “phonies” the metaphorical finger.

I still do. Some things never change.

I found a new doppelgänger in Lorraine in The Pigman – zero self confidence, intense desire to write, compulsive pathological liar…

(Am I? There’s lots of speculation in the blog world on THAT one hehe).

I knew the loss and alienation of “Anonymous,” the 15-year-old author of Go Ask Alice.


This book had been banned for its graphic depiction of homelessness, prostitution, rape, and a stint in a mental institution,

everything this girl endures once she becomes addicted to drugs.

Her family finally rescues her.

And then…the Epilogue.

The frickin’ Epilogue (SPOILER ALERT) tells us that 3 weeks later, she’s found dead of a drug overdose at her parent’s home.

I was shattered.

The only chance you have of surviving the pain of being different is to find like minded souls- even if they only exist in books.

The true gift is this – reading will raise your consciousness.

It’s easy to fall into the trap of letting society determine your values.

No one wants to be the one who doesn’t fit in.

I know – hell, I live that shit.

So, you can do/look/be/act like everyone else.


And possibly make a difference in this world.

You can expand your mind, one book at a time.

Luckily for me, I shed the nerdy cocoon in college. Or maybe, it was just cool to be nerdy.

Either way  – in college, I really hit my stride and began my outward development into the deeply hip woman you now see before you.

Just remember – I created her.

One book at a time.

Oh, right!  The virginity thing.

I promised if you stuck around, I’d get into it at the end.

I lied, perverts.

Go read a book.

Were you a nerd, or a cool kid? Did you “fit in?”
What were your favorite books when you were growing up?
Talk to me.  I’m listening.

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223 responses to How I Lost My Virginity

    coultersamantha May 22, 2014 at 2:49 am

    I loved how this listed several of my favorite books as a tween/teenager! Although I guess I was a pretty cool kid, I was at alternative school – where the kids go whose other choice is to drop out – which is a little like being cool on the short bus. Anyway, it’s like you could see into the secretly nerdy young soul of my teenage self here, and I love the call to raising consciousness through reading. First day really exploring this whole wordpress thing and you’re already my favorite!


      First day on WordPress and you found me???

      You hit the Motherlode! Not just because of my blog, but because in my comment section are some of the finest and coolest bloggers in the blogosphere. I’m so lucky that they take the time to play in my comment section – what a group!

      Yes, let’s raise our consciousness! Read all the books!

      Thank you for taking the time to read, and comment. 🙂


    The auburn sun burns languidly at the tip of the silver stylus. As ever.

    Your writing, its abductive, adductive, addictively adorable

    Favourite books would have to include the Oxford Concise English Dictionary. No sh1t Sherlock. But you knew that


    I LOVED A Wrinkle in Time. I totally identified with Meg. I was super shy, unpopular, nerdy, with the thick glasses. Who am I kidding, I am still all of that except shy. I own the whole series. I love books for the very same reason you do.

    I actually just decided the other day that I am going to do a post about losing my virginity. I saw your title and was like “We must be on the same wavelength!”


    Jesus, your blog has it out for me. Another comment full of life changing wit sacrificed to the internet gods.

    Oh well. I love a Wrinkle in Time. I own the whole series. I totally identified with Meg too. I was shy, unpopular, nerdy, and wore glasses. I’m still all of those but shy.

    I recently decided to post about losing my virginity. I saw your title and thought we were on the same wavelength.


      I got that comment! Now you’ve left two- I feel so special!

      Yes, post about your virginity! For real though, not a fake out like me!


        Don’t worry. I will. It’s a hilarious story. Though I suspect most virginity losing stories are…


    I grew up reading nothing but Steven King. It was my protest over the school making me read Jane Eyre.

    Really? Jane Eyre? I couldn’t even get through the cliff notes of Jane Eyre without falling asleep.


      I love Stephen King! Even though he says I’m untalented:

      “If you wrote something for which someone sent you a check, if you cashed the check and it didn’t bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.”

      This from a guy who was so effed up on alcohol, cocaine, Xanax, Valium, NyQuil, cough medicine and weed, he doesn’t remember writing Cujo.


    Hmm. wordpress seems to have swallowed my comment. Great post Samara. Wonderful read.I too am a book nerd. Thank You!


    Damn! I thought you were going to say you lost your virginity to the Genius from Wu-Tang Clan and thats how he coined the name “GZA”, and RZA was there and recording it to make samples for their albums.


      Hey, sweetie!
      You started with THAT one? hahahahaha

      It was a fake out!

      BUT – there is plenty of strip clubs, and whore houses, and fellatio and all the stuff that single guys like. I just needed to give it a rest.

      I also review children’s books. I’m versatile like that.

      Yay! You came to my blog!


    I never read a Wrinkle in Time but you KNOW I escaped to many a book as a child. Love that you systematically went through the banned ones–a badass from age 13!

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