Virgin, insecure and uncertain.

Virgin, unkowing and unable, a new born kitten feably getting to its feet barely able to walk.

Virgin, inexperienced.

Virgin, a child.

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Unfit for battle, too scared to enlist, shot down in flames; dry at home instead of knee deep in the trenches of sexual warfare; the virgin.

The virgin is not unlike any other meat bag that you'd meet on the street. He has a mouth, eyes and ears; walks like you walk and talks like you talk; he goes to work, he pays his taxes, he meets his friends for lunch; he even goes to parties. The only difference between the normal egopulace and the virgin is that the virgin, has NEVER had sex, ever.

Sex is the right of passage for the modern male. You don't need to drive a car, have a job, or even have a body carved out of wood. If you manage to have sex, you're initiated. Everything else you can figure out later. If you did manage to get laid without any of the above, well played, you deserve a medal son. This medal gaurantess a position above all other virgins in the heirarchy of modern man. What you have achieved however, is seemingly, nothing. Go ahead, inform your next target that you've had a banana split, see how that turns out for you. Whatever you were before, you still are. You are not your sexual status.