Sexuality
I May Be A Slut, But I’m My Own Slut
My body, my rules
I had someone try to slut-shame me yesterday. I was chilling at a friend’s gathering when someone asked me if I dated more than two men a week. Yes, sometimes I did. She then waded into my business, pointing out that I was considered a nice girl in high school. She never uses dating apps to find men. Hey, good for her. We were in high school eight years ago. Talking some crazy shit about more than one date a week was whore-ish.
Whore-ish, me?
I told her: how rude could you be? You don’t know me. Please go over there and sit down before I decide to knock those porcelain veneers out of your mouth.
The dating game is about personal decision-making. I can date every night of the week if I want to; it is none of your damn business. I control what happens to this body. So crazy. No one follows those 1950’s era black and white rules anymore.
