dancehall queen & deejay Natalie Storm photgraphed by Martei Korley for LargeUp

For dancehall fans, the best antidote to the genre’s sometimes questionable gender politics is a new generation of female deejays who have claimed the raw ‘good-hole’ sexuality of the artform for their own empowerment–a strategy you could call ‘fighting f*ckery with f*ckery’. No artist better exemplifies this ethos than punky dancehall queen Natalie Storm, who has reversed the usual bwoy-chase-gal equation on “Back It Up”; “Anuh My Fault” and “Look Pon Me” –just to name a few hits. Nats also happens to be the sex columnist in residence on our Caribbean sister-site LargeUp and reading her “Punany Monologues” is one of the chief joys that a sister site can share with a brother site. Storm returns after a long hiatus with a new monologue touching on virginity; losing, reclaiming it–and reclaiming it again. Get a, ahem, taste, below and follow the link at bottom to read it in its full punanical glory.

 

There’s been much speculation in recent times about regaining a particular flower that has been lost to many of us. This particularly priceless work of art is one of nature’s most cherished gifts to women, so I can completely understand the obsession…but how does one regain such a lost flower and, technically, since it was never lost but given away, why would anyone think they deserved a do over?

The de-flowering of many young girls was once an age-old sport among rakes of the town. A “ruined” woman had no hopes of securing a successful marriage since a man would not even look at her as “wife material” if she wasn’t cut from virgin wool or cotton. Hanging on to one’s virginity was a do-or-die situation when the future of family, title, and position depended on it. But with the change in conservatism and the advent of TV—and some would say, Madonna—sex has become the sport of choice in today’s modern world. A woman’s final decision in choosing a husband almost always comes down to how good he is in the sack (well that and money of course).

In these past couple months, I’ve spent my time trying to answer a question that has been plaguing my mind for some time… Are there any virgins left out there? After months of research, I haven’t been able to encounter a single virgin well into puberty’s prime. I’m not saying they aren’t out there but they are as rare as finding a leprechaun and a pot of gold at the end of a Jamaican rainbow.

 

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