Why I'm Auctioning My Virginity at the Bunny Ranch
Posted by Bailey Gibson on January 1, 2018
My name is Bailey Gibson and I am a virgin. Now, if you saw me on the street and I told you that you’d probably say, “yeah right! No way!” But contrary to popular belief (and societal norms) attractive 23-year-olds can be virgins too, I am happy to say.
I grew up nestled in a gated community in the suburbs of Sacramento, California. I was adopted when I was one year old, and grew up with very strong Christian values as my adoptive father was an elder at our home church. I grew up very sheltered. I was not allowed to watch TV, listen to any music other than Christian music, have friends over, or have sleepovers ever. If we did watch a movie, it was on the Hallmark or Disney channel. If we were allowed to watch TV, we were allowed to only watch programs like Little House on the Prairie. I remember sneaking and watching Carmen Sandiego cartoons and Hannah Montana with my sister.
My birth mother was unable to take care of me as she already had another child and was putting herself through college. I am reasonably content with the life I was given and never questioned her decision.
My adoptive parents sent me to an all-girls boarding school in in Stockton, Missouri when I was 16 years old. It was a strict Christian academy and I had absolutely no contact with boys the entire time I was there. Needless to say, the lack of male company and deep religious study contributed to me becoming an adult virgin.
I have never had a truly satisfying relationship with my adoptive parents. Although I care for them dearly, I always had a sense that they regretted my adoption and kept me at arm’s-length. Newly graduated, I posed a new problem for them. Where would I go? My parents were always practitioners of “tough love,” so they made it clear to me that home was off the table. My parents put me in a hotel and gave me two options instead.
Option A: Join Teen Challenge. For those who don’t know what Teen Challenge is: It’s a program that drug and alcohol addicts go through to get clean. I had never done drugs or drank before at that point (besides maybe stealing a sip from a grown up at holiday parties). But it was less about me and my well-being; more about my parents regretting my adoption.
Option B: Join the Air Force. I picked this option because at least there was some honor associated with fighting for my country. Also, my adoptive father and two older brothers joined the Air Force. I went through MEPS, received an 84 on the ASVAB; and anticipated swearing in as a helicopter mechanic.
Before I did, however, my birth dad found me, and two weeks later I was on a plane to Charlotte, North Carolina. I stayed with my birth father in North Carolina for a while before moving to Wisconsin to live with my biological grandmother. While living with her, I found a boyfriend and we moved in together in the months that followed.
My ex-boyfriend was a Christian at the time and I did not wish to have a sexual relationship with him until we were married. Knowing I was a virgin, he respected my values (for a while). I learned that love can be deceiving when I discovered that he slept with his ex on Valentine’s Day, however. Being the naive 19 year old that I was, I thought that if I stayed with him and we enrolled in couples therapy, I could make our relationship right again. At that point I had virtually nobody and my ex-boyfriend brought me companionship. So, I stayed. Foolishly. Only to be heartbroken after one of our couples therapy sessions when I found out that he had already met and slept with someone else — on their first date no less. After grieving for a while, I came to the conclusion that waiting until marriage to lose my virginity was the wrong decision, because my ex-boyfriend wasn’t worth waiting for.
I thought that I could trade my virginity for my boyfriend’s lifelong devotion. I was wrong. So, I decided that I was going to get something for my virginity — something that benefits me and my life. I wanted to lose my virginity in the most profitable way possible. That’s when I looked into selling my virginity and found Dennis Hof and the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. I emailed Dennis in 2016 but he didn’t respond initially. In 2017, desperate after losing my job as a property manager, I wrote Dennis again and convinced him to help me out. Needless to say, here we are. I am auctioning my virginity to the highest bidder at the world’s most popular legal brothel.
Society perceives me as a deviant, and I am okay with that. At the end of the day, it is my body. I have the right to do what I want with it. Going through the Bunny Ranch allows me to legally have sex for money. Does this make me a prostitute? Gasp! Meh, I don’t know. If you take a picture once, does that make you a photographer?
I do not think that capitalizing upon your purity makes you a bad person. Just like having sex with multiple men does not make you a bad person. We all make choices. Mine was to wait. Now it is to sell.
For information on bidding on Bailey Gibson’s virginity, please contact Moonlite Bunny Ranch brothel owner Dennis Hof at [email protected] or call the Moonlite Bunny Ranch at 775-246-9901. All inquiries will remain entirely confidential.