Vestal

Ah purity - thy fate is dull as it is replaced.  Nevermore the sweet innocent, the protected - the vestal.  How long ago those days were when choices were replaced by angry members and I was shocked and awed by my own pain, my own repression - the heavy silence that followed every heinous act.  Although this unlocking, this movement from protected to discarded isn't thrust by force for all girls or boys - it is traumatic.  For some it takes years for the reality to sink like a stone into your belly for others - perhaps the more "disadvantaged" it is instant.  There is nothing after this holy moment that renders oneself complete again. All the build up, all the push by hormonal drive cannot hope to ease the reality that is the sheer weight of disappointment.  Your previous purity ripped asunder and in it's place is nothing more than idle bragging rights that left to darkness is only bluster to hide that emptiness, that loneliness that creeps on after the sex is done and nothing in your universe actually changed for the better. It is in that moment that some (not all - some come later) that you realize it can only get worse from here.  Popping morning after, dry swallowing  the old HiV cocktails (I'd like my retro virus to say "Wowsa!"), bearing parasites or scrapping that bloated uterus' - if the best outcome of a bad situation is nine months paid off at "We Care Adoption" - then sign these girls up for Vestal duty friends. Bring it back in style.  Put it too some hip Dub beats and stick it on the YouTube.  The big "O"? Sad face..... the big Oooooooo is that your herpe? *evil grin*