Sluts They Are Not

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Growing up a fat girl who looked more like a fat boy, there was never anyone looking to hook up with me until I got a hell of a lot older and put some effort into life. So whenever I heard someone was sleeping with anyone when I was younger, I was amazed. My hormones were out of control and I had no one but late night Cinemax to hold me over. Meanwhile it felt like everyone I shared a classroom with from middle school through college was getting lucky, and I was beyond jealous.

What I wouldn’t give back then to have had at least five guys under my belt by the end of my freshman year of college. Hell, the end of the first month of my freshman year of college. So I wouldn’t say I slut shamed, I fucking celebrated these women. They weren’t sluts, but modern marvels living their life and not waiting around. To think I waited almost three decades to do one of the most natural acts known to man. Of course some may call my adventures after the first time a little “slutty” but I say fuck you, I was exploring a new side of me for the first time and it was great…on the surface. If you read last week, you know I was sleeping with too many people for a lot of the wrong reasons. Nevertheless, I don’t think a lot of safe sex is ever something to be looked down upon; man or woman.

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That’s why I secretly envied these girls growing up. I wanted their lifestyle because let’s face it…masturbation is golden, but you definitely can’t be a solo act forever, right? So when I started to finally have a partners, it was interesting. I also found it interesting that a few minutes of back and forth questions could land you in a sexual agreement that easily over the internet. Looking back at how my parents and even my grandparents went about getting sex, I feel bad for them. It seemed like way more of an effort. Anyways, from when I started having sex to when I met my boyfriend I’d shared intimate moments with more than enough guys to last me a lifetime and I don’t think that makes me a slut. It makes me, well, me. I know some people are more cautious with who they sleep with, others who want to be with just one person and then there are those who want to experience all life has to offer. We shouldn’t judge any of these people because at the end of the day – it’s my body, it’s their body, it’s your body – and no one has the right to tell anyone else what they can and cannot do with their goodies.

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