The age of consent -- an applied ethics question You know, "consent" is kind of tricky business. If you go to the hospital, you will be asked (kind of required, really) to sign a consent form giving the hospital permission to provide treatment to you. You sign it, of course, because if you don't the hospital isn't going to do much for you. But when you give consent at a hospital, you are consenting to various unknown possibilities.
I'm a gay man who was once very sexually active (sigh). Age has since snowed white hair on my head and cooled my carnal enthusiasms. As a mature adult (before and after reaching 40) I sometimes "consented" to sex with other men that turned out to be ill advised in retrospect (interest = consent). I was never risk averse in sexual encounters. Some people are very risk averse, and shy away from situations that present any risk whatsoever.
One of the "risks" of having sex at 14, 15, 16, or at 30, 40, or 50 is that one may regret having taken risks that one later feels were too high or not rewarding enough. Exactly what happened in an encounter is always subject to reinterpretation later--and this is true whether we are talking about sex, medical treatment, financial activity, trying out herbicides on the lawn, and so on. Maybe the sexual experience wasn't as great as one hoped it would be. Maybe a sexual partner had annoying habits; wore too much cologne; popped chewing gum constantly; didn't make the right moves, didn't measure up to expectations, etc. Or, in one case, was far more progressed with AIDS than I thought.
I had sex as a minor, sex which also happened to be illegal at the time on a couple of different counts, with a guy who was about 10 years older than me. I later had regrets about it, NOT because I was abused in some way -- I don't feel I was abused, though I had been carefully seduced and coaxed into the encounter. The sexual relationship went on for several years, and while I was glad to have sex available, I just didn't like the guy that much. I regretted it. I wished it had not happened. (What I really wished was that it had happened, even earlier, with somebody else.)
I didn't give "consent" the way "consent" is now interpreted. I'm still OK with that part. Where this relationship became really problematic was when the desperate neediness of this guy resulted in intrusive, highly inconvenient behavior. Worse, he was kind of like velcro and I couldn't figure out then how to get him unstuck. I wasn't quite mature enough to call his suicidal bluff, a device he used a couple of times to get me to come visit him a few hundred miles away.
So, a first sexual encounter, whether consented or unconsented, can have unforeseen consequences, which we may or may not regret for various reasons. We don't know, sometimes, to what, exactly, we might be consenting.