I waged a real battle in my head over this one. Should I give this man a platform? Should we actually have to listen to this stuff? Is it even real? Or is he just a man with an empty bed and a rich imagination? In the end, this project has always been about presenting as many different points of view as I could and just because I loathe this particular one, does that mean that I should stop it from being heard?
I briefly toyed with the idea of filming people’s reactions to this story as they read it. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the surprised cat on YouTube but mostly people’s faces looked a bit like this. And thats me trying to make light of something that is not funny.
The pertinent part of this story for me is just how entrenched the Abstinence movement has become in American culture. This isn’t a casual movement, this is something that is funded by the government and the upshot is that young people are being prevented from receiving decent sex education in the vain hope that they will ‘abstain’ from having sex. Young women are being encouraged to pledge their virginity to their fathers at ‘Purity Balls’. This may sound like something out of a film but I can assure you that it is not. This is real and slowly but surely women’s virginity is being fetishized all over again. The following story is living, and rather disturbing proof of that fact.
I was reading some of your collection of statistics on human sexual behaviour, and I noticed you were collecting data from individuals who were willing to share their experiences.
I am male, and I don't experience shame regarding sexual matters. I'm devout Roman Catholic, an almost chaste mystic, a prophet, sage and scribe. I'm an author, as I do need money to live in civilized society. That's just a fact of life.
I was born 01/01/1981, in the USA. When I was 14, I was visiting my aunt and uncle. They left to the local bar to party. My aunt hired a babysitter, a neighbour’s daughter, because I didn't know how to care for small children.
I had never really been driven to have sex. I might note that males do not have virginity. The Roman Catholic Church developed a religious doctrine claiming the existence of male virginity, and gays and feminists adopted it as a means to obscure genetically programmed gender differences.
So, I never considered myself a virgin, and I never lost my virginity. But the 13-year-old babysitter fell in love with me. I was not a very romantic 14-year-old, so I didn't know what was going on. I didn't acknowledge myself as attractive, so I didn't understand that girls would be attracted to me for mating.
I was innocent. I thought there were two ways for a female to have a baby: she could get married, and it happened magically; or she could have sex, and she could also have a baby that way. The babysitter, named Sarah, got frustrated in her attempts to get my attention, and she came over and kissed me. After that, things just sort of happened, and I thought it was great.
She was attractive, fit and developed almost like an adult woman. She was beauty queen later in her youth. I also turned out to be very attractive. We hung out from time to time, and we always went out when I was visiting my aunt and uncle. But that first experience changed me. I didn't look at the world the same way. I started drinking beverage alcohol, and experimenting with drugs. I didn't do as well in school.
It seemed like life had lost meaning. I fell away from the church. I had sex with about 20 girls in high school, mostly cheerleaders. I'd show up at parties, and the girls would fight over me. One party, a girl took me upstairs, and when we came back down, her one-year-younger sister took me upstairs.
I loved to party. In my early twenties, I lived in a trendy part of the city. Two of the girls from my high school class, but who I didn't date during high school, came to me at different times, telling me they wanted to have sex with me before they got married to their fiancés. I refused.
One of my high school girls sought me out before I was to be married, and said she wanted to have me one last time. I know this sounds impossible and contrived, but I assure you, it's true. I deeply regret my sexual past, because I can't really love a woman.
I'm selfish and self indulged. I use women, and I can't help it. I'm going to keep on testing virgins for chastity, and when I find one who can resist me, who loves God more than she loves me, I'll marry her.
But I just can't respect a girl who soils herself. I think I love her, and that I really want to spend the rest of my life with her, but when I sow my issue inside her, she seems soiled. Then I can't wait to get away from her, because she's not desirable for her innocence.
I think of it this way: Every masculine male wants a girl he can call his own; a girl to whom he teaches the pain of atonement, and releases her blood sacrifice of innocence; that the child she bears might be blessed of her holy and chaste womb.
Men who are indifferent to whether or not they marry a virgin are not masculine. They are still boys, with no appreciation for the beauty of innocence. I was once a boy. I know. I lament each time a girl loses her virginity to me, because there goes another prospective bride.
I can father children all my life. But a girl is on a clock. No decent man wants to marry a girl who has already had some other guy inside her reproductive tract. Only a man lacking self respect will marry a non-virgin.
Have you ever read any posts girls write about their nightmare boyfriends and husbands? These guys have utter disrespect for themselves, and for their women. But a non-virgin can't attract anyone else.
I don't date for sex and recreation. I treat each date as a job interview for the position of wife and mother. But men are genetically programmed to test the chastity of each prospective bride. I just lure the girl into privacy, treat her like a sensual female, dim the lights, tell her I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and only her; and make her feel special, like she's the luckiest girl in the world, about to have the best night of her life, with the perfect male, and it will never end.
When I find a girl who tells me, ‘Put a rock on my finger, marry me, and get me pregnant. Then I'll believe you love me’, I'll devote myself totally to her happiness, for the rest of my life. I want a true equal for a wife.
I'm back in good with mother church. I recite the rosary each day, and say The Chaplet of Divine Mercy. I read the Bible for at least 1/2 hour each day, and study Roman Catholic Doctrine. It isn't a sin for males to have sex before marriage, because that's the way men test female chastity. It's natural law.
But it is a sin for a female to have intimate contact before marriage, because she loses her blood sacrifice of innocence. She's useless as a wife after that. She wasted her choicest ornament, allowing a man to use her as primal urge gratification flesh.
So I do value virginity. The world is going through a temporary phase. The genetic code of the unchaste female will be purged from the human gene pool, and female chastity will shine like light unto the world. It's a cyclical thing. Godless perverts don't reproduce, and the progeny of unchaste mothers is wiped from history in two generations.
Only the DNA of the chosen survives. That's an advantage God enjoys over Satan. Satan can corrupt one or two generations, but They can't alter the self cleansing property of human DNA. Only the chosen survive through generations, to become immortal.
That's just the way I feel. It's not right or wrong. Everyone functions according to their own beliefs. What was Truth is Truth now, and it always will be Truth. There is one Truth. Everything else is wrong. Heaven and earth shall pass away, but Truth shall never pass away.