Eileene Tejada wrote this piece at last summer's Commonweal Writer's Retreat and she brought down the house reading it at the reading our final night. I was so delighted when she told me I could publish it here for your reading pleasure!
I come from a culture where virginity was more of a cult than a state of being. All the stories about having sex for the first time were horrible: women who refused to touch their husbands on their wedding night. It was such a paradox. Dating was romantic; there were tales of dancing and serenedes, but the wedding night, the men played sexual animal to our mother's frigid prey.
My mother told me that if I had sex before marriage very bad things would happen to me. One, I would never know happiness. ... [Continue Reading]