The Death of Virginity

The Death of Virginity

Anyone recall the last British royal wedding? Not the extravagant 1981 spectacle itself but the humiliation visited upon the barely 20year old fellow royal and presumptive future Princess of Wales, Diana Frances née Spencer, prior to the nuptials in St. Paul’s Cathedral?

The palace royals insisted Diana be inspected, examined–Americans would say, checked out–to insure she was a true, hymenally-intact, unspoiled, unstained, bona-fide virgin before they would allow her into the rarified, royal inner circle and into the marital bed of the presumptive, future King of England, the 31 year old Bonnie Prince Charlie, the Prince of Wales, whose other titles would fill up half this page and whose previous sexual liaisons mattered not a whit.

Diana passed the virgin test and the royal couple was united, a unity that was soon disunified by a prince who apparently only wanted a princess to procreate heirs but who, in his heart of hearts had long longed for a slightly-older, horse-faced woman named Camilla Parker Bowles, the Duchess of Cornwall.

The jolly Prince Charlie’s recorded chief desire in life was to serve as Camilla’s tampon.

Any chance of an Oedipal complex on top of your other complexes there, Charlie?

In any event, to her ultimate regret and after latching on to multiple, post-divorce, . . .
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