HOLESTAR
artist/performer/tranny
The Tale of Steven Kelly
DVD and Audio Installation
DVD and Audio Installation
I lost my virginity just before my 16th birthday. Steven was in the army and would often return to Stirling Estate in Hereford where both our families lived. A gang of us on the estate would go on random adventures getting chased by farmers, climbing up hay bales and trying to shoot pheasants with a pellet rifle. One October weekend when Steven was back on leave, a group of us went camping at Dinedor, up the hill from the estate.
I’d been seeing him on and off for some time and while we hadn’t spoken about having sex we both knew it was going to happen.
I remember an uncomfortable pain but after the initial discomfort, the sex itself could at best be described as awkward monotonous rutting. My lack of enjoyment was probably due to my feeling incredibly nervous and expecting too much. He claimed to be sexually experienced so I had anticipated fireworks, elation, and satisfaction.
After the condom was discarded, so was I. He turned over to sleep in his artic sleeping bag while I had to make do with a pathetic flimsy one. He woke at 2am (as my teeth were chattering), rolled over and asked “Are you cold?”, “Yes” I replied hoping for chivalrous comfort but he rolled back to sleep with a grunt.
The following day, Steven didn’t speak to me and neither did he for the following week he was on leave. I’d given my virginity to someone who discarded it as casually as a cigarette butt.
I didn’t hate Steven for taking my virginity so inconsiderately. I was disappointed, thought him immature and a crap shag.
A few years later, I saw Steven in a nightclub and saw an opportunity to conclude this momentous part of my biography. I wanted to see if the calamitous sex was down to my nerves and inexperience or because of his inability in the sack, so I confidently seduced him with the intention of testing the possible theories.
With smug satisfaction, the experiment confirmed the later. I’d reclaimed the legend of the loss of my virginity.
Like those who have a bench named in their honour after spending years sitting on it, I will attach a plaque to the tree that I lost my virginity under, marking the territory and claim it mine.
My tree is located at Dinedor Camp (an iron-age hill fort) near Hereford, England.
Postcode district: HR2 6
Grid ref: SO524363
Lat: 52:01:26N (52.02396)
Lon: 2:41:42W (-2.69513)
I’d been seeing him on and off for some time and while we hadn’t spoken about having sex we both knew it was going to happen.
I remember an uncomfortable pain but after the initial discomfort, the sex itself could at best be described as awkward monotonous rutting. My lack of enjoyment was probably due to my feeling incredibly nervous and expecting too much. He claimed to be sexually experienced so I had anticipated fireworks, elation, and satisfaction.
After the condom was discarded, so was I. He turned over to sleep in his artic sleeping bag while I had to make do with a pathetic flimsy one. He woke at 2am (as my teeth were chattering), rolled over and asked “Are you cold?”, “Yes” I replied hoping for chivalrous comfort but he rolled back to sleep with a grunt.
The following day, Steven didn’t speak to me and neither did he for the following week he was on leave. I’d given my virginity to someone who discarded it as casually as a cigarette butt.
I didn’t hate Steven for taking my virginity so inconsiderately. I was disappointed, thought him immature and a crap shag.
A few years later, I saw Steven in a nightclub and saw an opportunity to conclude this momentous part of my biography. I wanted to see if the calamitous sex was down to my nerves and inexperience or because of his inability in the sack, so I confidently seduced him with the intention of testing the possible theories.
With smug satisfaction, the experiment confirmed the later. I’d reclaimed the legend of the loss of my virginity.
Like those who have a bench named in their honour after spending years sitting on it, I will attach a plaque to the tree that I lost my virginity under, marking the territory and claim it mine.
My tree is located at Dinedor Camp (an iron-age hill fort) near Hereford, England.
Postcode district: HR2 6
Grid ref: SO524363
Lat: 52:01:26N (52.02396)
Lon: 2:41:42W (-2.69513)
