Twenty five women share their first time sexual experience
Scroll down this page to see further information/slideshow about this project
When I was five years old, maybe it was six; the boys in the neighborhood took me beneath a house and had sex with me.It felt good. I didn’t know it was something they shouldn’t be doing, except it was happening under a house, out of sight of adults. The younger boys giggled as their ringleader, an older boy who must have been 10 or 12 instructed them on what to do and how. I lay down on a wooden board that was laying at an angle,and each boy took his turn. I think there were five of them. I remembered that some entered me, but the others had problems, they couldn’t get there penises to stiffen up. I don’t think anyone ejaculated, not that I would have known what it was anyway. It seemed like they were all too young, except the ringleader.
Later, when I realized what had happened was wrong, I felt very guilty. I felt guilty about doing it, about succumbing to the demands of boys and about thinking it felt good. I never told my mother because it would have been too horrific a memory for her. It never really affected my feelings about sex; my mother’s attitude towards sex would carry more weight than that. Her attitude was that sex was bad. It was something I had to fight all my life.
digital pigmented print
48 inches x72 inches
25 images in the series
an edition of 3
printed by Studio Bordas, Paris