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Although I don't regret it, I wish my views around it had been different.
How do you view it now?
Positively. The people around me at the time made me feel so happy and loved. My best friends made me a cake with the word "virgin" crossed out, and it was funny, but so thoughtful. In that moment, I felt seen and accepted and "I see my virginity understood, not judged for not having done it earlier, but something I can decide who to lose. we'ecided to give it back to myself as a christmas prese understood that it was a big deal to me. Without the people around and my boyfriend at the time, I think I'd still be a virgin. But now, with that experience, I've be- come a lot more confident and used to having sex.
Imogen 20 from deeds
How did your first time happen?
My first time was when I was 18. At the time, I was upset because I hadn't done it yet, and I felt so far behind everyone else (obviously, I was wrong).
I went out with friends on New Year's Eve, back in my hometown. There, I met a girl named Bella. We exchanged Instagrams, and after midnight, I found her for a kiss. She invited me back to hers, and of course, I said yes. Her house was a mess, and she gave me half a glass of gin and lemonade before we went upstairs. I put on Jeff Buckley, and we had sex. I remember having absolutely no idea what I was doing. It wasn't perfect, but I didn't care. I think we even had a round two, so I guess it wasn't that bad. Later, my mother gave me a lift home from the station and knew I hadn't been at the Airbnb. Thankfully, she ignored the hickey on my neck, and my giddy mood slowly returned with just a hint of embarrassment.
Any regrets?
Honestly, not really, it was chill. A bit awkward, a bit embarrassing, but altogether an easy one-night stand that I basically never had to think about again. Just the way I wanted it. I don't have any regrets that have stayed with me, my thoughts and experiences with other people, so for me, that is good.
Alfie, 22 from London
How did your first time happen?
I lost my virginity when I was 17 to a man whose name I do not know and never knew. I met him at an Airbnb on the road next to where a friend of mine lived. We started talking on Grindr. He didn't know I was 17 or that it was my first time. As soon as I got there, I wished I'd stayed at home, but felt too awkward to back out.
Any regrets?
I wish I'd waited for something special to happen rather than rushing into things. It wasn't the right time for me. I was depressed, sexually frustrated, living with my parents, and having intense feelings about my gender and identity. I wish I knew his name. I barely remember his face.
How do you view it now?
I never consider this to be my first time when looking back on life. I try not to think about it at all, to be honest. He was a kind man, and didn't force me into anything, but I still feel I shouldn't have gone there. It stands as a learning opportunity for me as a naïve teenager, but that is all. I've been too scared to have spontaneous relations with men ever since. I see my virginity as something I can decide when I lose. I've decided to give it back to myself as a Christmas present and re-virginise myself.