So yes,
The Lord Jesus talks of a man being beset by robbers and being left "half dead". This evidences that things like death, have a "half-state". I would take that a step further and say that Virginity is like Death - certainly it is a death to the self, if nothing else?
Right so, I had a relationship with someone who was insistent (I don't really think gender needs to play a part here, before or after) and eventually they got the better of me, but for this: I never actually liked them, with a whole heart. Don't get me wrong, I was ready to, I really really wanted to: they just left me half way through, because they'd had enough.
So what they left me with, was half my virginity? Since then I have had a long and tiresome struggle with my desire, constantly becoming aroused moment after moment, because I don't know what else to do but purge my frustration in the manner that was lawful (not with lust, but with restraint). The half of my virginity that was used (raped?), constantly arouses the part of me that was only ever waiting for the rest of the relationship.
So I am half virgin, half angel. I suppose. It's hard not to laugh, really.
You might want to tell me, something you've been through: I guess that's why I have put this up here.
The Lord Jesus talks of a man being beset by robbers and being left "half dead". This evidences that things like death, have a "half-state". I would take that a step further and say that Virginity is like Death - certainly it is a death to the self, if nothing else?
Right so, I had a relationship with someone who was insistent (I don't really think gender needs to play a part here, before or after) and eventually they got the better of me, but for this: I never actually liked them, with a whole heart. Don't get me wrong, I was ready to, I really really wanted to: they just left me half way through, because they'd had enough.
So what they left me with, was half my virginity? Since then I have had a long and tiresome struggle with my desire, constantly becoming aroused moment after moment, because I don't know what else to do but purge my frustration in the manner that was lawful (not with lust, but with restraint). The half of my virginity that was used (raped?), constantly arouses the part of me that was only ever waiting for the rest of the relationship.
So I am half virgin, half angel. I suppose. It's hard not to laugh, really.
You might want to tell me, something you've been through: I guess that's why I have put this up here.