The second personal entry (first by letter) is a completely different tone to the first. It revolves around a surprisingly moving account of a young woman losing her virginity on the old Wednesbury rail track. As counter-intuitive as that sentence may sound, I am being serious.
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Dear Black Country Cinema,
I hope you find my story useful.
I was a very young looking 23 year old and at the time worked at a factory in Darlaston, but born, lived and raised in Wednesbury. I worked in a place full of teenage girls fresh out of school and because I never told them my age, and they never asked they assumed I was around their age too.
All the girls talked about were sex, some of them were lesbians and they weren’t afraid to let people know either. I was still a virgin, even though I’d been with my ex-boyfriend for two years prior. Looking back he was a nice one, but there was only so much of me putting off sex that any twenty year old boy could handle. I had a habit of ending relationships prematurely after this, just because I didn’t want to get too attached before the issue of sex came up. I’m still not quite sure why it was such a problem for me back then.
The girls said they were going to the Black Horse pub after work, then off to the Brunswick pub later in the evening, one of them knew the landlord so he let them get away with drinking. This suited me fine because I didn’t live far from the Brunswick at the time. They said they were going to meet a group of lads there and see what happens.
I made a stupid promise to myself that I would lose my virginity that night just to get it over with. At that point in my life it felt like my virginity was holding me back from my relationships with men far too much.
I went to the pub, met with the lads and got tipsy. Eventually after the pub’s last orders we all sat around Brunswick Park. I got talking to this one boy about something or another, all I remember is him telling me about his boring car, but seemed quite polite at the same time.
He was 19 and his five other friends weren’t much older, from what I remember he was the best looking and the one who didn’t join in with the group discussion about wanking with loo roll cores.
One of the girls who lived near me said she wanted to go home. One of the boys said she would walk her back, because she was so drunk I said I’d walk with them too, I didn’t live too far from her. The boy I was speaking with said he would keep us company too, so we walked down from the park and through the alley that leads to Hydes road, yes the one that looks over the old train line.
She and her boy started kissing half way into the ally, I’m not sure why but I immediately started to kiss my guy, the first time in my life I initiated a kiss. We quickly sneaked onto the grass near the over grown tracks.
It didn’t last long and was a little underwhelming, but it felt like so much weight was lifted. After we climbed back onto the ally to find my friend and the other guy having sex right in front of us. We walked out of the ally and waited for them, we both couldn’t stop laughing for some reason. We laughed for so long we forgot what we started laughing at.
On the way home the boy tried his best to awkwardly explain that what just happened was just sex and nothing else. Pleasantly surprised and taken back by his honesty I agreed and we both shook hands.
The next morning I felt so ashamed, not for having sex, but for what the other girls was going to say about me. Was I going to be mocked? Were they going to wink and congratulate me? Were they going to snigger as a walk in and whisper gossip and quite down as I get closer to my locker? All of them sounded like hell to me, someone who has always preferred to stay in the background.
Anxiously I walked into work the following Monday, walked into my department, and to my surprise, it was like any other day. Nothing changed at all, everyone said the same things, same greetings and same attitudes.
My night on the over grown grass with a boy I never properly spoke to again was never spoken or referred to again.
A few years later I moved to a car hire company and met my hubby, i made him wait a month before we had sex and it worked fine for both of us.
Now I’m older I realised how silly it all was, but if I’m to be completely honest, it was the only way I was going to learn that lesson.
I’d love to have saved myself for my husband, but I know without this experience my relationship with him would have ended like all the rest. I saw it as a mistake for so many years, but now I’m older I know it was a mistake that needed to happen.
Just to add. I went to Wodensborough high school (now academy, not far from the rail tracks) and there was a rumour that the area used to be the site of pagan rituals that were done to worship Woden in the seventh century AD. This is why you have Wodensborough you see. Apparently there were sex rituals and such that used to happen on the fields. If like me that kind of thing is interesting, you could make a connection to the areas sex activates.
(Still typing up letter)
It’s not just about perverts.
If I’m honest, the main reason this letter excited me so much was its lack of salaciousness. Every personal story sent up until this point have been hollow sexual descriptions that verge on “adult literature”, so to have such a delicate and earnest story was a pleasant surprise.
However, it almost refutes the idea that the one night stand rumour descended from the mysterious woman in the shop. Meaning there may not be a clear cut explanation to this underground phenomenon.
Wodenic pagan sex rituals?
Wednesbury has often celebrated its Wodenic/Norse history and as the woman who wrote the letter pointed out, there are certain street and school names that refer to it. Even the word Wednesbury itself derives from an Anglo-Saxon term that (possibly) meant “Woden’s Hill” or “Woden’s barrow”.
Nonetheless, neither Wōdenic or Norse religions have reputations for sex rituals. Pagan sex practices are commonly associated with the Great Rite, which is a neopagan tradition attributed to Wicca, and is relatively recent. So taking this into account, plus the fact there is no recorded evidence of Wednesbury having Wiccan affiliations, it seems this particular rumour is a myth. It is still interesting though, that people have used this legend to justify the one night stand incidences.
But if I’m wrong about any of this, please let me know.