I was sixteen years old once. Yes, sixteen-year-olds are impressionable. I fell in my first love at sixteen - and I don't mean crush, but a love that changed the world for me - you know how that is. I'm eighteen now, and I'm STILL trying to get my thoughts back in order. We teenagers aren't kids anymore, but we're certainly not adults. We're still learning who we are...which is a fine time to give it all up for the opposite sex.
If I were about to let some guy hypnotize me out of my principles and senses, I would need to be told. I don't know if screaming and beating would be the best way. But if my parents just gave me condoms and birth control pills and told me to be responsible, I'd only feel more comfortable with my decision - "Oh, they even manufacture things for this process, so it must be totally normal and safe! Okay!" But just because a sex partner probably won't make me pregnant or sick doesn't mean I'm not selling my youth to him. Once you lose your virginity, you can NEVER get it back.
[ December 15, 2005, 02:57 PM: Message edited by: Princess Zelda of Hyrule ] |