First off, Hyman was my father's father's middle name. His first name was Ethert. Really. Go figure. No wonder everyone called him Freckles.
Secondly, I did have one until I was 35. Cute, fringy, little thing. Stretchy. It was that way when I was a virgin. Maybe the tampons. Never thought about it much. I never heard about the sociological implications until I was nearly 20. Maybe the one thing my comprehensive sex-ed class didn't cover, or I didn't remember. Thank the Powers that Be that I'm here and now, and not there and then.
Born to be a ruined woman.
And that's all I'm going to say about hymens. Useless little bits of tissue ascribed meanings they do not show.
Hymen
Secondly, I did have one until I was 35. Cute, fringy, little thing. Stretchy. It was that way when I was a virgin. Maybe the tampons. Never thought about it much. I never heard about the sociological implications until I was nearly 20. Maybe the one thing my comprehensive sex-ed class didn't cover, or I didn't remember. Thank the Powers that Be that I'm here and now, and not there and then.
Born to be a ruined woman.
And that's all I'm going to say about hymens. Useless little bits of tissue ascribed meanings they do not show.
(snort)