Thursday, April 20, 2006

Morning Edition - 4/20/06

Until A Cure Is Found
Since 1981, 25 million people have died of AIDS. If you thought this devastating disease was a gay disease, statistics show 46% of all AIDS or HIV infected individuals are women. To make matters worse, young people 15-24 years old account for more than half of all new HIV infections, with 6,000 new infections occurring daily. In 2005, 4.2 million new cases of HIV were reported – this doesn’t include the millions of folks who refuse to be tested for the virus. On May 21, I will be participating in the NY AIDS Walk. The walk benefits people diagnosed with the disease that need life-saving resources and medications. Although there are some very promising life-prolonging medications, these don’t always work for everyone and are certainly not available to everyone. I’ve chosen to take a positive step to make a difference and I ask that you support me in battling this disease. You can sponsor me for this momentous walk by visiting my donations headquarters at
For those of you who have already posted your support, thank you.

iPod Mania
The Apple iPod is almost as popular as a cell phone. In the first quarter of 2006, Apple reported shipping 8,526,000 iPod devices. That’s 61% more iPods than the same period in 2005. Thanks in part to the iPod, Steve Jobs, the head of Apple, says the company generated over $10 billion in revenue in the first half of fiscal 2006. Just twenty years ago the boom-box and cassette player were the hot items in music and the thought of carrying thousands of songs – all comprised of your favorites – was a futuristic dream. Now a reality, it’s remarkable that only 20% of Americans presently own an iPod.

Young “ho”?
Statistics can sometimes paint a grim picture of reality. Such is the case of the rate of teen sex in America. The good news is that national statistics say most teens are virgins until the age of 17. Outside of this, the numbers take a moral nose-dive. Over one million women under the age of 20 become pregnant each year. Even scarier, a quarter of all 15-year old females and 30% of males have had sex. Sadly, 7 in 10 of the women who had sex before the age of 14 said they had sex involuntarily. If you don’t have children and think these stats have nothing to do with you, it is estimated that teen pregnancy costs tax payers over $7 billion annually.

On Blast
At what age did you lose your virginity? Was the experience voluntary? Is the memory of your “first time” a positive one or (in retrospect) would you have waited to lose your virginity later in life? What was most memorable about getting some?

Keep passin’ the open windows…


Tammy said...

I was 16...with my high school sweetheart. We had been together since I was 13. The experience wasn't exactly pleasant because he was hung like a gotdamn horse!! To big for a virgin. Am glad it was with him though, because I loved him and he loved me. Ahhhhhh...young love.

Winnie said...

I wish that I had waited. I was 16 and lost it to a dude that I was in a college summer program with. But after my first time, I didn't have sex again until I was 18. Can you be a virgin twice? LOL!!!In retrospect, it wasn't at all what I wished my first time was like but I felt that I was ready to reach that milestone in my life. Now, I wish that I had at least waited until I had met my college sweetheart then I wouldn't feel such regret but for women it hardly ever feels like it's supposed to the first time.

Just Me said...

23, I was so nervous that I came on myself. I didn't want to have kids out of wedlock and I knew too many girls who got "with child" on purpose. The lady was 4 years older and I'm glad that it was with her. We are still great friend to this day.
I have to add for the young'ns out there, it gets better with age, so don't rush into anything because it WILL change your whole life.

As little Kim says, "I use to be afraid of the shyt, now I throw a rubbers at the bitch." well, close enough.

petite morceau said...

Wow, this Blast question surely hits home for me.

I was 14, waaay too young and NO, I did not lose it voluntarily. I was so naive that I really didn't think that someone who supposedly cared about me could hurt me so much. I fully expected to be a virgin when I got married and remembered telling my so-called boyfriend about it.

I take full responsibility for my stupidity which contributed greatly to the situation. There's a lot more to the story but I won't get into it because it's too painful still and you'd be reading for days LOL.

That one event had such a negative impact on my life in so many ways, some subtle and some not-so-subtle.

I convinced myself that it was not really rape because he was after all my BF and taught myself not to think about it for so many years afterwards. The scariest thing, though, was later on finding out from some girlfriends/
acquaintances that they'd had similar experiences.

It's only in the past 10 years or so, that I have come to terms with it and realized that it still affects the way I think about and interact with men.

Fortunately, I was able to enjoy sex when I had it, consensually, as an adult but I can see how "the event" affected my sex life.

I often wonder if my life would have turned out differently had that one event not happened.

Cocoa Rican said...

Even by NYC standards, I was having sex at a very young age. I experienced my first orgasm (well, with someone else – LOL) at the age of 13. By the age of 14, I had several partners – of both sexes. It wasn’t until I was 15 that I had a truly gay experience with a mature male. Needless to say, I was on the Jesus juice and gave up the cookies – painfully! I didn’t try that again until I was 17. From that point on I joined the pro circuit and have very few reservations about sharing sexually… I’m more concerned and cautious with sharing myself emotionally – I know, I know… save the judgments. Although I have no real regrets about the age I started having sex, I do wish I hadn’t experienced such traumatizing scenes in my youth. After leaving home at 15, I learned brutal lessons on the streets on NYC, some of which shaped my ability to disconnect sex from love. I would imagine some of these issues would probably be best discussed on a different On Blast topic.

caspar608 said...

I am still a virgin. All of my children came from God.

Just Me said...

I would like to thank all of the respondent thus far for their honesty on the matter. This is the stuff that we need to hear. If you care about sharing your experiences and have some reservations, please respond anonymously. We care more about honest truth more than whom you are.

Thanks peeps.

Just Me said...


We all came from God, but he didn't sail his dingy up your canal to the waterfall....

Anonymous said...


I will help support you in your efforts for the AIDS Walk 2006 and help you reach your goal. Don't mention it; just like you did not mention it when I asked you to support me for this same AIDS Walk 2006, about three freaky months ago. Don’t worry about it I got your back, always.

donya said...

I am very proud of the age I lost my virginity. I was 20 years old and it was my daughters father. Back then I thought I was in love and he was the man I would spend the rest of my life with. Now he is the donor that gave me one of the beautiful persons to ever walk the face of this earth. Oh Caspar I guess I could say that too because all of my babies were pill and condom so the LORD wanted them here for a reason.

Cocoa Rican said...

My sweet J'Moo... I will be supporting your walk efforts and I did mention it on the blog the day after you mentioned it. You might want to flip through the previous postings. All said, thanks for having my back and more important for joining me on the walk. I'm sure the most grateful folks will be those benefiting from our efforts. Love ya'

lala said...

I was 12 years old. I lost it to my THEN BOYFRIEND...NOW HUSBAND. If I had to do it all again, I would have waited but would have lost it to the same person. He was also 12 and a virgin.

caspar608 said...

Alright already Just Me.

I was 16 and he wasn't my "boyfriend" per se, but someone I dated and he was a FREAK. A FREAK. A FREAAAAAAKKKKKKK!!!!!!

He remained my booty call until 1999...any time I was on the outs with Babies Daddy he would come around and handle his business.

So there.

P.S. Did I mention he was a FREAK?

caspar608 said...

ANd I just read the blog from yesterday.....

First Cocoa, although we did take our discussion offline I would like to state for all intents and purposes that if I was going to call you a LOSER I would do so for ALL to see with my name attached. I love you to much to keep my feelings to myself so if I think you are being an ass, or a loser or just plain old silly I will express myself freely on your blog because I am NOT SHADY....JUST FIERCE. Kay? Smooches baby.

As far as the fat issue is concerned. I can say that I have been both extremely thin (5'11 130 pounds) and overweight/fat/ a heffer etc, (5'11 210 pounds) and I would rather be 5'11 and 150 - 160 to tell you the truth. Fat is uncomfortable. I don't care what anyone says. ITS JUST UNCOMFORTABLE. I love clothes, but all the cute outfits only go up to a size 10. You can still be well dressed/classy/fierce as all hell BUT all the cute clothes are available up to a size 10....all the higher sizes are very hard to find. Not only that, but since I gained weight, my feet HURT and so does my back. SO I have been going to the gym and working out, getting up at 5:00am (well not since the accident with the can of fruit but thats another story) and doing whatever I can to be healthy again. Instead of an entire Hershey Bar I take one cube and let it dissolve in my mouth...I savor it and throw the rest away. I eat my food on smaller plates. I walk wherever I can and when I go to the gym I spend 50 minutes on the tradmill and another 20-30 mins on the Arc Trainer. I am on my way to a healthier me. Yes, you can be big and beautiful. But are you comfortable with all that fat? If so, go ahead with your PHAT self. If not, then its time to hit the gym.

Just Me, have you gone off your meds again sweetie?

Anonymous said...

Well, I was 13 and definitely wasn't ready. Lost it to an 18 year old "grown" man! Who did any and everything that he could possibly do to my very under developed body. He seemed to have thought that he'd hit the jackpot. I was "his". And he was very aggressive about it never really cared how I felt one way or the other. Wow, I was such a good girl before that day and then it was like "boom" I'm a whole different person. But not the different person that you want and dream to be. No, I didn't feel like I was in love I just simply thought that that was how it was supposed to be. I didn't know any better.

But I tell you one thing - If I could take it back I would!

Anonymous said...

To Just Me:

23?! Well that explains your immaturity. You must either be fat, ugly as sin or seriously just plain crazy. Check the news honey, because even handicapped students are getting love, albeit in the wrong way.

KahluaLoverInVa said...

I was 15 and it was with a guy I had been infatuated with for an entire school year before that. I sat behind him in French class on the first day of school...and got up the nerve to speak to him. Several weeks later we were on a blanket in the tall grass beside the creek where I the sunshine of a September afternoon, I lost my virginity to the first big love of my life. We were together for 7 years (off/on). He was what turned out to be the most passionate lover I ever had but also the one who hurt me the most with his immature infidelities. With age we both realized our mistakes...the difference was that I moved forward and got married when he tried to make up for all the wrongs he did. To this day he is still in love w/me and I will always have a special place in my heart for him. I do have regrets experiences with him blurred my views of sex and love for a long time. If I could go back in time, I'd have lost it to the man who became my husband. He was the one who loved me no matter what and who made all the hurt go away...


Just Me said...

Xcuse me Ms. Anonymous. I knew the power of my tighs and had learned of my Mr. Big status. I knew I was dangerous. I learned much from females and was always and still am attracted to older women.

That's what you can learn from older people. Pay attention to your elders.

Anonymous said...

An excerpt from my book; please enjoy

My First Time: Miss Ruby Redress was her name, (no lie), she was 12 and a good 12 inches taller than me and I was 9. In one of the most romantic place that two children our age could find to be together and all alone, under the stairwell in Exit D of C.S. 31, in our elementary school, (you had to be there). She was the most beautiful ebony doll, (hey, I liked playing with dolls even back then), I had ever seen. She had jet-black Shirley Temple curls the hung to her shoulders front a ponytail that her mother had mounted on the top of her head, tied in a big satin ribbons that was coordinate with every outfit Ruby wore. Her lashes were so long and thick they always looked like she had been crying just before she would turn to greet me with that big delicious smile of hers. Her lips taste like “jolly ranchers” and she always smelled of baby powder.

Its funny how a child, how a boy could desire something he never had before or know how to get but, I wanted her, all of her. I wanted to be with, touching her, on her and in her. Why in her? I always thought, why in her? That was before it happened.

One day, one if the last days of school we stay late to help out Ms. Katz, (whom my mother had to joke during a parent teach conference the following year but for a completely different reason then the topic of this story), take down the billboards. Little did we know that the boards weren’t the only things that were “going down” that afternoon. Neither of us really cared for Ms. Katz so taking down her stuff was not done with any great desire to please or deal of care but, it was an opportunity for us to be together, to touch hands every time we passed a piece of papers. To watch the each other in motion, climbing up and down off the chairs and reach up high on our tip-toes. It sounds corny be if was as seductive as strawberries dropped in chocolate and flutes of Moet Champagne. It was late June and we were wearing little to nothing in clothing. Me in my white heavy starched tennis shorts with the legs that gap, white polo, white tube socks and green & white Puma sneakers and Ruby in her bright yellow tennis shirt, snow white ankle socks and white Keds-Skippy sneakers. Well, after we ripped the witch’s stuff off the board we were free to be together, alone in our private place.

I went back to the space a few years ago; it was so small cold and dusty, it was hard for me to imagine it being the most magical place in the world back then. We spent the whole afternoon under those stairs and about 2:30p, we realized that our time was running out so I try to make the most of what time we had left. Soon her yellow panties was off and in her Barbie Doll glass window pocketbook and my shorts down around my ankles. It wasn’t my plan to penetrate her but it just happened; and it felt good. Real good! I never wanted to leave her warmth; her thighs were as soft as ice cream but warm as a blanket. All at once I had to stop, I had to peep, right then. I jumped up and ran down the hall to the boy’s room. By time I got there nothing, no peep. I rushed back to my heavenly haven, my Ruby Redress and her red velvet slice of deliciousness. No sooner than I could get back to where I had left off I was once again felt the need to peep. This happened three time and my Love Ruby, waited patiently for me to return, each time. They don’t making like that any more.

Well, three times the charm, and I time was running out of time; I was not going to leave my basket of Joy again. If I had to peep I was just going to do it right there. Charged with determination, lust and Love, (ok, puppy Love), I was not going to stop this time, with each stoke the desire to peep became strong. My Ruby’s soft smooth morns and weepers in my ear fuel me ever so more to continue my pursuit of pleasure and then it happened, “Oh no”, should I stop, “no, no, Oh no!” And then, Oh my Lord…the most prefect lease of pleasure, a maestro’s perfect C-shape. A home run heard around the world…

That summer my family and I vacationed in Kingstree, South Caroline, well I think it was a vacation. I spent the summer going through the motions with a bunch of south girls, thick cornbread and butter eating girls but the whole time I was dreaming of my Ruby, all summer long.

When I turn to school in the fall I found out that Ruby’s uncle had been arrested for sexually abusing her and everyone knew. Ruby became withdrawal and bitter towards me. All she wanted to do is meet under the stairs and when I did not show she would throw gun in my afro as we went down the stairs. We went to the six grade prom together as we promised 2 years before and she wore her signature color, RED, “man oh man!” After the prom we slip away one more time, one last time and thinking back I believe that we both know it would be our last time.

This time was different, I was fueled with lust, rage, rage of having to have my mother ice damn gum out of my afro again (and again) and the sweet pleasure of climax… that I now knew would be the fruit of my labor, for lack of a better word. This time we were cold, rough, pleasure seeking and final. I went in, no pun intended, and handled my Business, (pronounced: Buz-nez’). My puppy Love had grew into an adult dog lust.

What would I change? Not a single thing.

caspar608 said...

I hope anyone on this blog that was raped knows that I want more than anything for their assailants to have their penis' spontaneously combust and blown into smithereens.
God Damn animals