Why Being a Slut Pays Off

Sluts.

Men love them.

Women hate them.

Well, that’s what they say, anyway. I’m sure, deep down inside, almost every girl calling another a slut is only doing so because that slut has the confidence to do something the other is afraid to do.

Secretly, the quaint, innocent, sweet little girls admire those sluts for being so utterly in control.

I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve called quite a few girls sluts in my time, and I’ll even go so far as to say that I felt it was wholly deserved, too – home wreckers, I’m looking at you! But as I’ve grown a little, experienced more, I’ve come to realise that sluttiness isn’t about how many guys you’ve slept with, but rather, the perception that society holds of you.

Take one girl I know. Outgoing, bubbly, loves to party, flirtatious, fantastic body, likes to wear clothing that shows off her amazing legs and is completely and utterly comfortable in stripping down and strutting around naked in a crowded room. “Slut!” The rumour mill screams. “Nothing but a dirty whore!”

She’s slept with two guys in her life, both of whom were long term boyfriends.

Girl number two. Dresses demurely, shy, doesn’t party very much. Basically exudes an aura of being this completely sweet and angelic young lady.

Likes to sleep with guys in relationships.

Of course it all boils down to how you act in public. Act like a lady, and the fact that you’ve slept with more people than years you’ve lived will mean nothing to most people. Discretion is the key.

(This is where I should make a quick note that men can quite easily be sluts too, but society is still lagging when it comes to sexuality and gender. They can be the most disease-ridden whore who’ll sleep with anything that offers, and still be given more respect than a girl whose had five lovers in the last five months. I like to fight this battle personally by calling men sluts when I see it. Ser Camelot is a slut, but he’s lucky I love him.)

Why am I saying this? Basically, I believe that everyone should have the chance to go out and play the field. Experiment. Date lots of people. If you feel you’re mature enough (and playing it safe!) sleep with as many people as your comfortable with! Don’t look at me with those judgmental, moralistic eyes. That whole ‘no sex before marriage’ thing is a load of detritus. Marriage is a construct of human design. We are, naturally, a completely curious and sexual species.

So go out. Fuck. Explore. In doing so, you’ll find out who you are.

A sexy explorer. Get it? She's sexy. And she explores. She even has a whip! ...yeah...

A sexy explorer. Get it? She’s sexy. And she explores. She even has a whip! …yeah…

The benefits are not only sexual. Kissing leads to an exchange of germs from one person to another, helping to build your immunity. You learn how to communicate and relate with others. You find out how others work. You discover what you deserve, and uncover new goals for you to achieve.

You’ll begin to learn when you are being lied to. When you will be betrayed. Or if that gleam in their eyes is merely mischief – or sincerity.

If you try to settle down with the first person who comes along, you will never truly know you. I’m sure, somehow, for some people, their first love is their true love, but they are the lucky ones. If you deny yourself that invaluable experience, then you are denying yourself the chance to live.

I was engaged to my ex, and I thought he was the One. Capital ‘o’ and everything. My jolly Englishman opened my eyes to the truth, making me realise that there was so much more to life than I’d allowed myself to experience. By settling down so early, I would be smothering myself.

And now that I’ve had a chance to explore – quite a bit, if I do say so myself – I know that I’m ready to do this whole love thing again.

(P.S I should probably mention that yes, I’m a slut. But at least I know myself. ^_~)

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