A reprint from April 2008
Apologies to Elizabeth Bishop.
My student Hilary blogs, and on Sunday she linked to this interesting Jessica Zaylia piece on The Hymenization of Virginity. Treading on somewhat familiar ground, Zaylia offers all the right critiques of the language of “losing”. What is being lost, anyway?
What Zaylia doesn’t do is propose a counter-language. What else should we encourage folks to say? Those of us who are rightly eager to make the case that penis-in-vagina intercourse is only one form of sexual expression among many may want to downplay what our culture tells us ought to be the earth-shattering significance of a single act. As awkward as it may sound, asking someone how old they were when they first had intercourse — assuming that it’s an appropriate question in the particular context — is vastly preferable to “when did you lose it” or worse, “To whom did you lose it?”
Zaylia’s meditation on “loss” is promising but incomplete. She writes:
Pairing the two word “losing” with “virginity” accomplishes two goals. First, we only lose what we consider valuable (e.g. “I lost the race,” “I lost my notebook,” or “I am lost.”). We also lose things we presume we ought to have kept (e.g. “I lost my temper,” or “I lost your phone number.”) Coupling “losing” with “virginity” implies that virginity is something of value that we ought to have kept.
True enough. But there’s a third sense of “losing” Zaylia misses. People on diets speak of “losing weight”, after all — and they almost never express regret about the “pounds they gave up.” When we talk of “losing fat” or “losing inches”, we talk about it with hope and optimism beforehand and pride afterwards. And of course, for many of us, “losing virgniity” was a loss eagerly anticipated!
Our stereotype is that only young men are eager to “lose” their virginity. We imagine, wrongly, that young women see their virginity as a prize to be guarded and, in the end, surrendered to someone particularly deserving; young men, our cultural assumes, long to “lose” the burden of still being a virgin to the first available and willing candidate. Though there are some grains of truth in that stereotype — a stereotype that does at least reveal two wildly varying attitudes towards “loss” — it misses the diverse reality of human sexual experience.
After eight years in youth ministry and nearly twice that many teaching gender studies, I’ve talked with hundreds and hundreds of teens about their attitudes towards sex. I’ve mentored young people before and after they became sexually active, and been privileged to be the one adult that many boys and girls felt that they could talk to at various stages. And I’ve known girls who were eager to lose what they thought of as a heavy weight, and I’ve known boys who were terrified of “ruining themselves.” One of the most common reasons the kids I’ve worked with have offered for having sex: “I just wanted to get it over with.” They aren’t saying it’s necessarily painful (though sometimes it is); what they want to “get over” is a threshold into adulthood. For many, what they wanted to “lose” was a sense of themselves as childlike. Youth leaders can caution, until the proverbial cows come home, that sexual experience has nothing to do with emotional maturity, that the loss of virginity isn’t a rocketbooster into adulthood, but it’s hard to counter such a pervasive cultural myth.
In the end, I’m not troubled by the language of losing, as long as we understand that some losses are to be welcomed as well as grieved. When we lose a fear of heights by learning to skydive, we overcome an obstacle. That’s a positive loss. When we lose our fear of speaking up, and become assertive in social situations, we have lost something we needed to lose. Loss can be redemptive and a marker of spiritual, physical, and psychological growth. Rather than trying to avoid using the language of loss to describe first sexual experiences, we can broaden our understanding of what it means to lose.
I’m not an etymologist. But if the word lose is related to the Latin luere, as some brief huntings on the ‘net suggest it is, then we have a powerful reminder of the full dimensions of “losing”. Luere can mean “to atone for”, to “lose”, but also to “loosen” and to “let flow.” If to lose is to loosen, then it’s a short jump that another way to think about losing is to connect it to new freedom. We all know Marx’s famous line about the workers of the world having nothing to lose but their chains, after all.
Sometimes, it’s “hurrah” for loss.






I still find the language of loss uncomfortable. I think the problem is we don’t rightly have a word for what we gain. Then we could talk about getting our…whatever it is we get from a single experience.
And that would also show more clearly that a single experience isn’t really enough, doesn’t really confer a sufficiently transformed state. Not for any activity that takes skill to learn.
Which is why that pervasive cultural myth needs to be shattered; it can be done if we don’t give up. So people won’t rush into something they aren’t ready for while thinking it will magically transform them. Then wehn they really are ready–married or not–it will be better for all concerned.
Kudos to all working on this, and also to those who help to ensure that whatever the young people start doing, no one gets hurt. No @#$%^&! way does it have to hurt.
Losing my virginity hurt. I was so relieved just to get it over with. And you know, I still don’t enjoy intercourse all that much physically. I’m extremely orgasmic, but can’t come from intercourse alone. But when I’m with a man I love, having him inside me feels amazing emotionally.
Loss? No. Peak experience of my sexual life? No either.
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My first time forgetable and unimportant. My biggest regret was that it didn’t happen earlier.
Skydiving was more intense, but you know what?
I’m still afraid of heights……
My sympathies, Anna. The hurting part sounds like something highly preventable, and the avoidance of this information by educators makes all their other concern for our safety sound damned fake.
I share S with a B’s problem with heights. But I once defied it to successfully climb up on the roof of a building I really liked, when I was a teen. Now that was a first time worth remembering…but I decided it would also be my last. No, there wasn’t any problem with authorities, it was an abandoned building, but that was at least a 30-foot drop.
I’ll leave the skydiving to others.
Back on topic…the demysitification of “first times” for one particular type of sexual contact (or any other kind, for that matter), and the destruction of the myth that any deed can magically confer adulthood, are key.