{"id":3754,"date":"2018-04-20T10:00:55","date_gmt":"2018-04-20T14:00:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.pages.roanoke.edu\/?p=3754"},"modified":"2018-04-20T10:00:55","modified_gmt":"2018-04-20T14:00:55","slug":"can-i-get-directions-to-pound-town","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/?p=3754","title":{"rendered":"Can I Get Directions to Pound Town?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Written by Shamira James<\/em><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Oh how the times change! Last semester, I wrote a piece for the Entertainment Page talking about the myths and assumptions people have about virgins, especially those who are in college. I wrote that just <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">knowing<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> I wouldn\u2019t move into the inner-city of Pound Town anytime soon, let alone this school year. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But lo and behold, here I am, as of recently, not a virgin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The short end of it all is that friend hit me up, we shook the sheets a little and did the do and, wouldn\u2019t you know it, we\u2019re still friends now. \u00a0The story isn\u2019t really in WHAT happened, but more so HOW I felt afterwards. Not to get all \u201chopeless girl trope\u201d on you guys, but, for a lack of a better word, I was SHOOK! I had been a virgin for so long (21 years to be exact), that it became my thing! <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Shamira the Virgin<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"> was just who and what I became and I got so used to that, that when I lost <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">it<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">, I may have <\/span><b>actually lost it<\/b><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I got back to my room and laid on my floor in fetal position. I\u2019ll admit it, it was just me being a theatrical mess, but still! <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I was shocked &#8211; I&#8230;DID&#8230;IT. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The next day, I walked around making jokes like \u201cwow, the last time I ate in Commons, I was a virgin\u201d, \u201cwow, I can\u2019t believe I was a virgin walking up these steps yesterday\u201d, \u201chey, remember when I was a virgin who printed things before class?\u201d and stupid things of that nature. Occasionally, my friends would make jokes about specific details I told them to embarrass me. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">While all these moments were funny in the present, and even retelling them now still makes me chuckle, I have been kind of struggling with an internal battle. A part of who I was is gone, and I never really thought of being a virgin as such a huge characteristic until it was gone. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But here\u2019s the thing, why should I feel the need to cherish it? We often hold on to these things because we think they should define us, but we shouldn\u2019t feel like we have to. We are at liberty to feel, say and think whatever we want, and we shouldn\u2019t let something define us to the point where we emotionally breakdowns because of what or we used to be. So you can either lay on the Marion floor in a fetal position, or you can get up and get down on it again (and again and again and again). <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Written by Shamira James Oh how the times change! Last semester, I wrote a piece for the Entertainment Page talking about the myths and assumptions people have about virgins, especially those who are in college. I wrote that just knowing I wouldn\u2019t move into the inner-city of Pound Town anytime soon, let alone this school [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":3755,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3754","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-opinion"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/04\/IMG_1079.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3754","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/23"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3754"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3754\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3755"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3754"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3754"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brackety-ack.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}