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| Helen Gurley Brown, magazine editor |
I Had an Orgasm |
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Virginity was a very big deal when I was a girl. Simple: You kept it till you got married. Having begun to date at sixteen, I "surrendered" at twenty — quite a long time in there to experience the steamy, delicious, satisfying struggles one shamelessly "endured." The nice young man with whom I finally committed "the act" — then an employee of a shipbuilding plant, later a second lieutenant in the Air Force in World War II — had been my beau for over two years, putting up graciously with Never Getting There (I didn't know what a penis looked like, had never seen one, was easily brought to orgasm by somebody not doing a great deal — let's not elaborate).
The denouement came one Sunday afternoon when we had been at the beach all day and were back at his apartment taking showers. I'd been there a hundred times before but, for whatever reason, this was it! Deflowering didn't hurt, I didn't bleed, I had an orgasm. The next day this thoughtful person brought me gold earrings from Brock and Company, a spiffy Los Angeles jewelry store. (Los Angeles, 1942)
from I'm Wild Again: Snippets from My Life and a Few Brazen Thoughts by Helen Gurley Brown (St. Martin's Press, © 2000)
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