I’ve always been a late bloomer. By the time I got my period, friends had long conversed over their new sense of womanhood. Intimacy was no different. With eyes widened, I’d listen intently to painful first-time stories and dramatic retellings of handling how to give head when asked. I regretfully took time to sexually experiment, placing my body and erotic satisfaction as a hidden temple.
My sexual awakening
Snapping nude photographs, I began to enjoy unravelling a concealed side. I felt sexy adorning low-cut outfits and poetically penning raunchy poems. Slowly I pushed the compounded walls I grew up in, my teenage best friends being strict Muslims who hadn’t kissed guys let alone showed skin. As my friendship circled extended, I met other girls who explored “slutty territory.” Casual hook-ups, sporadic make-out sessions and grinding dirty dancing.
I was at a house party when I first gave head. A guy took me to his room and unzipped his trousers, pushing me closer. In the moment I felt I ought to do it, I was old enough and bored of waiting for a right situation. He finished quickly and we left the room re-joining the party. I told my friend who was hosting (not telling her I hadn’t done it before) and she spread the gossip to friends at work. Amongst the teasing, I knew they found time to judge when I was out of ear shot. That was how my early twenties panned out – looking like one thing and feeling like another.
By the time I was working as an online magazine editor, I was experiencing good sex and had some dates and intimacy to store in memory. My boss phoned to ask if I’d review a sex toy, something I’d not used before. My vibrating rabbit – two sets of vibrations and 8 optional speeds arrived. Humorously, I turned it on and couldn’t figure how to turn off. I hid it in my wardrobe and had to Google search instructions (it had 3 buttons and no off switch). This machinery changed the game. It made me sexually experiment and move past any awkward sensual thoughts.
Sexual regret and slut shaming ourselves
An article on Medium speaks about self slut-shaming and how women are “quickly judged” for sexual consequences like unplanned pregnancy and STD’s. The piece delves into society’s disregard for branding females’ sluts. One too many partners and you don’t respect yourself. It was this idea that made me weary.
On my post: Does the Number of People You’ve Slept with Matter? I found research on what people consider an okay number for their partner’s sexual conquests. So much of our outside perception centres around our sex lives. Notably, women are taught to view sex only romantically, slow love-making filled with passion. An idea one-night stands are better suited to men who can gain pleasure without starry-eyed connections. This is probably why as Stylist Magazine points out, women usually have more apprehension (anxiety) towards casual sex.
It’s as though casual means no respect or affection, you can’t have meaning unless you take on commitment. So there’s a guilt for many women in sexual exploration. Do you have pointless, random sex and fulfil desire, or do you wait for a boyfriend and partake in expected cultural norms? Lately thanks to some liberating feminism, slut has transcended to a power word – TV has continued Sex and the City’s pro-female sex attitude and we’re seeing and reading more media promoting sexual exhibition.
Why I regret waiting to sexually experiment
I believe there’s a direct link to sex and confidence. The freer and more comfortable you feel about your body, the more accepting of yourself in general. While sex doesn’t always lead to post-happiness, when you experiment and give yourself permission to untap your fantasies, you give yourself a chance to better love your physique and how you feel about yourself.
I regret letting fear hold me back. I regret having waited to feel a mind-blowing orgasm and I wish I could have moved past my prudish insecurity earlier. It’s not that I’m craving a high number of partners and a full tick-list of wild activities to fondly recall. It’s more about doing what feels right and not saying no simply due to worry someone is going to call me anti-feminist names. Having now realised the stupidly in avoiding fun and desire to look good, I’m left to wonder what I’ve missed.
Most people’s sexual past shame is caused by concern over negative opinion. I read an online advice letter from a woman upset her boyfriend can’t accept all the men she once spent the night with. Which isn’t a gender issue, many women don’t feel comfortable about their partner’s past before them either. For every quote posted on IG telling Instagrammers to solely focus on the present, there’s another secret quote inside a mind, wanting to state the exceptions.
Hugh Hefner inspiration
I watched the E reality show The Girls Next Door featuring Hef’s former girlfriends when launched in 2005. I ridiculed his age and discussed the embarrassment of wandering in silk pyjamas everyday – “Yes he’s old, but doesn’t he feel lazy?”
Last month I clicked on his Amazon Prime: American Playboy: The Hugh Hefner Story and edited a few of my observations. Sure, I don’t agree with everything he did, yet when watching, I realised Hugh Hefner was a man who lived by his own rules and had an amazing life because he didn’t care about outside noise. The Playmates and Playboy Bunnies additionally had fun and embraced their sexuality, in the same way Kim Kardashian and some models do today. You don’t have to agree – the bigger picture is self-freedom and contentment at making your own sexual choices. And with that realisation, I regret waiting to sexually experiment.