| A Consenting Juveniles narrative is a first-hand account reporting the words of the research subject on his or her experience. The narrative on this page is an anonymous account of correspondence conducted by SOL Research. All names of persons and places, as well as other personal details have been changed. |
Carol
I wouldn’t take any of those experiences back.
| Source: | SOLR correspondence |
Carol has a PhD in psychology from an Ivy League school and now teaches psychology at a well-known university. (These biographical details have been confirmed by SOL Research.) A short time after the Consenting Juveniles website went online, Carol submitted the following description of her own teenage experience. |
I first had intercourse with a man when I was eleven. By the time I was 14 (the age of consent where I grew up), I’d had sex with more people than most US adults will have in their entire lives. My partners were all men (and a couple of women) age 18 or older, which could have landed them in prison for statutory rape. Yet, with one exception, I never felt any of them did anything wrong to deserve that (and, luckily, no one ever got arrested).
I was an early bloomer. I’d gotten my period when I was 10. I looked, felt, and acted much older than my actual age. I was regularly admitted to 18+ clubs when I was 13 without being carded. I was also highly sexual for as long as I can remember. Some of my first memories are of me masturbating, starting around age 3 or 4 and continuing almost daily throughout most of my childhood (through today). I was chasing boys (and girls) trying to kiss them in kindergarten and elementary school.
That first partner was probably a hebephile (specifically attracted to children in puberty), and the only one who I feel acted inappropriately, continually nagging me to hook up with him despite my (relatively unconvincing) “noes” for several months. I wasn’t really attracted to him, but anything sex sounded exciting and interesting to me, and he was the only person showing sexual interest in me at the time. I was curious about it, so one night I finally gave in to his pleads. The experience was unremarkable – neither great nor traumatic. Afterwards he kept calling, but I decided I didn’t want to see him again.
After him, all my other partners were just regular (i.e. non-hebephilic) guys (and gals) who got seduced by a Lolita. No one ever forced or coerced me to do anything. I always felt full agency and control over my experiences, and absolutely loved seducing men and women and exploring my sexuality. It was a source of great happiness, pride, and power for me throughout my adolescence (and beyond).
I wouldn’t take any of those experiences back.