In high school, biology teachers referred to male and female gametes uniting to form zygotes; the rest was imagined. Essential information was obscured by smoke screens and camouflaged with fig leaves. Fearful mothers dismissed their daughter’s queries with admonishments such as, “Behave like a lady. You know enough not to do it. Just keep your legs crossed.”
The transition from being a child to becoming a woman was perilous. Having a child out of wedlock was the worst thing a girl could do. Despite that, virgins were proffered at regular intervals, like cocktail nibbles, displayed above oceans of marauding men in the hope of securing successful marriages.
Both these stories are about discovering life the arduous way. They might shock you, embarrass you or make you laugh. You could come to hate them, or you might grow to love them. Either way, they pack a punch that makes you feel something. I strive to keep my writing simple, and try to deliver an emotional experience that you will always remember. Enjoy!