I absolutely hate the tick, for reasons already mentioned. I love stars, and I loved the medal version. But I would willingly accept the thumb (Oo-er) over that tick any day.
I am very proud to have been awarded those badges, but a tick? "Meh, it's okay. It'll pass."
There are plenty of threads on Lush where many people have made it very clear what their feelings on sex with virgins are. Generally, people want somebody who knows what they are doing so it's not just the virgin who gets pleased. They want to get off too, so obviously, virgins don't know how to even attempt that. They want what they want from the start, and don't want to bother with shy or awkward fumblings.
Some say they don't want to be responsible if it goes wrong in some way, or to endure the nerves of the person. Some say of men that they won't be able to last, and will shoot their load too soon. Others say of women that they don't want to hurt them or deal with the blood.
A few people have said that part of the virgin appeal is teaching and sharing with somebody else as they explore and discover their own and somebody else's body. It's more about journey and communication, intimacy and exploration from a basic starting point, where the emphasis is slightly weighed towards the other to start with.
The appeal for some, they say, is the high level of intimacy somebody's first time will bring, the "unsullied", or "pure" nature of their body, and being able to instruct, guide and lead. They say they enjoy the growing levels of confidence in the newly de-flowered person, and take pleasure as they have their own experienced body explored. They know what they like, and the virgin will learn that with time and the right partner, they hope.
As for your back story, there's plenty of crap spouted here at times by various people, so it matters not whether it's true or made up. But what do virgins know?
What the fucking hell is WRONG with you?! I only wish I WAS a fucking Sumo so I could pound your nasty fucking ass into the fucking pavement! I hope your nasty, manky cheesy knob gets mouldy rot and literally falls off. I hope you get so drunk that you fall over and bite through your tongue. I don't fucking care that my size is not your preference. Keep your fucking preferences to your fucking self because I am tired of living every day with disgusted glares and sniggering bastards laughing at me in the street. You can ram your self-righteous fucking attractiveness scales right up your fucking asses and vomit them out all over yourselves instead of spewing your fucking perfect fancies in my fat ugly face. I am sick to fucking death of having to apologise for my fucking existence because of how I fuckng look. And now i look like the fucking idiot that I am for ranting but you know what? I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANY FUCKING MORE! I wish it had worked and that I wasn't fucking having to deal with this any more, and that I didn't have a fucking conscience but I FUCKING DO AND I HATE MYSELF FOR FUCKING HATING YOU! JUST FUCK OFF AND LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, YOU BASTARDS!
As daft as this sounds, I take whatever those I care about are willing to give me, and I am grateful for it. I have no expectations of anybody, and I am bemused by any friendship of any kind that people offer me. I don't handle it very well, as it frightens me. But any jealousy I might feel when friends I might like flirt with others is counteracted by being glad they are happy, and being grateful that they bother with me at all. I know what to expect, and I have never been proved wrong by those expectations yet.
I chose "D", because I really want a doughnut right now