It's Sunday Afternoon
My sister, Patricia, was always a good Catholic girl. I didn't find Catholicism interesting. Like most Catholic girls (my mother was/is Catholic) we were never talked to about sexuality or our sexual identity. We were left on our own to define that aspect of our life. We did well and enjoyed every minute of it.
Patricia and I were confidants. We didn't appreciate virginity. It was a false sense of self. We were destined to be career women and to that end had complete and absolute autonomy of our lives in that 'we didn't need a man' to get by.
Contrary to popular belief, we weren't loose women. We didn't seek to 'get laid.' We enjoyed, however, the company of men. We valued relationships.
We never found, as we tried on occassion, 'withholding' ourselves from sex powerful. Quite the contrary. 'Withdrawing' from a relationship brought us enduring love with an appreciation for whom we were as a woman.
Within relationships we would find 'plateaus' and within that restlessness a desire for more. To put it bluntly, the relationship was 'going nowhere.' We ended relationships based on our satiation within them and as a result found the men responded with flowers, gifts, diamond engagement rings and planned wedding dates. Never did 'withholding' sexual pleasure in a relationship 'get us anywhere' so much as 'leaving' received applause of self determination and appreciation from our partners.
Patricia, when she married, was very well and successfully married. The marriage was out of love and devotion and not abitrary guidelines based in religious dogma. Our bonding as sisters was around whom we became as women and THAT relationship endures beyond any man.
