“I may be young, but I can put it down in the bedroom.”

That was his mantra. He was 17 and I was 18. He recited these words to me with a cocksure grin and a sing-song tone almost every time after we had sex. He would strut around while he buckled his belt and I would sit quietly re-fastening my bra, flaring my nostrils and rolling my eyes behind his back.

I knew how to fake an orgasm before I knew what my clitoris was. I felt responsible for guy’s physical pleasure and put little-to-no emphasis on my own. I even acted as though a boy grabbing at my body and clumsily poking at my crotch felt good because I wanted him to feel good. And let’s not fool ourselves into believing this is merely an isolated confession from one misguided girl.

New sexual trends such as sexting (sending naked pictures through cell phones), shag bracelets (thin-plastic bracelets that indicate how far a girl is willing to go – a gold bracelet means a girl will go all the way), rainbow groups (girls wearing different coloured lipstick and all perform oral sex on males, giving them a multi-coloured penis) and girl-on-girl soft porn have only made things much worse. Female sexual empowerment has no voice amongst the new generation. I truly feel the media and the Internet encourage young girls to treat their sexuality like a grand piano – an instrument that performs only to please the pianist sitting on them. Read more »