I'm a Slut, so What?

Read on before you judge :-) 

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Slut shaming is alive and thriving. Whether it is a man or a woman calling out a female for being a ‘slut’, it is not acceptable. To judge a woman by her sexual activity and to decide she is not a wholesome person is to judge a book not by its cover, but by how many pages it contains. It makes no sense.

A book can be a great book, full of adventure and passion and creativity regardless of how many pages it contains. A short book is not necessarily a good book and a long book is not necessarily an awful book. This applies to women too. Too many people are too quick to decide a woman’s character by how they conduct themselves sexually.

Hook up culture is a huge part of our generation and in my humble opinion, it gives women the right to be sexually empowered, and so they should be! A woman who enjoys sex and chooses who with and when to have sex is not a bad person.

She is simply a human who is choosing to do with her body what she desires. It has no reflection on her character or her worth. It does not make her impure, but in fact preserves the purity of her character as she is acting in a way that is entirely her own.

Why are we so quick to brand a woman a slut, while we laugh about men who behave in the same fashion? What makes a woman a slut? Actually, what IS a slut?

This word should not exist in 2016. There is no need for it and there is no justification you can provide for calling a woman a slut. Are you jealous that she is being true to herself and her desires and you cannot?

The so-called sluts of the world are women who are comfortable and confident in themselves and their sexuality. They are unapologetic. They are their true selves and they should never be looked down upon for that.

Lastly, what business is it of yours who a woman sleeps with and how frequently? When did the sex lives of women become the right of the public to know? Short answer, a woman’s sex life is no ones goddamned business. Remember that next time you go to call a girl a slut – her sex life is not your concern and using the word ‘slut’ to identify her reflects more on your character than it does on hers.  

Reference: Read This If You've Ever Called A Woman A Slut by Jessica Cross (http://thoughtcatalog.com/jessica-cross/2016/11/read-this-if-youve-ever-called-a-woman-a-slut/)

Pain and Pleasure

This was made by a former lover of mine (he's a poet). Inspired by my giving him head --- whether that is something good or not, I don't know. Read on!

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Pain decided to show up just as me and pleasure got intimate

We were just hugging up a storm and pain decided to ruin it

Pain reared its ugly face grinning that grin of jagged teeth

And pleasure, well pleasure decided to speak

Dropping line after line, telling pain what it had on its mind

And I was all in pleasures brain, sitting comfortably

But pain just kept scratching the surface cause it made it happy

And I was caught in an uncomfortable situation unable to move

Waiting for that moment where me and pleasure get back to our groove

I was listening to them going back and forth, up and down

They had a whole conversation, and a lot of spit was flying around

And then out of nowhere we were stuck in the dark

Walking to find this invisible mark

That would help us get out of this maze we were in

But pain didn’t care about a damn thing

He just wanted to stay and bring his gifts of agony

Pains suck, but he has this way of reminding you of the happy

Pleasure was such a wuss, but pleasure wanted to keep trying

But pain and pleasure are just too good at lying

So I was listening intently, because I love the story being told

They would nibble on each word and every so often get bold

Chew on one or two and spit it out, while screaming I hate you, I love you

This conversation damn near drove me insane, but you can blame that on pain

The beauty of their sentences damn near gave me a seizure, but you can blame that on pleasure

I had to hold pleasure down, so pleasure could stop shaking

Pain got to pleasure, pleasure was close to breaking

But every time pleasure cracked, pain took a step back

Allowed it some time to rest and get back on track

Pain always shook pleasure up with metal that felt like a whip

Or at least that is what pleasure told me it felt like on the business end of it

But being caught between two enemies who rarely meet

Is hell in itself, to the point where their very words generate heat

And I was just laying there consoling myself

Lying to myself, promising me that this isn’t bad for my health

This is just an overdose of bad energy that will find its way through me

And return to that bad place where tears are born

And every little piece of hope is torn

And I don’t have to get sensitive nor feel as if every sense is stretched

Not feel as if every nerve is being tested or my skin is being scratched

I am in the middle of a meeting between pleasure and pain

I'm stuck between happiness and trying to stay sane

Pain and pleasure shouldn’t be this close

But pain is truly trying to get me to overdose

While pleasure is easing the bruises and massaging the scabs

All I am trying to do is keep from going mad

These two … I hope I never meet them at the same time again

I'm not sure if I can go through this stuff again

I need these two to stay away from one another

One of the two, one or the other

I need to counsel them to work together

I need their dialogue to be better

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Simply Exquisite

I agree with this statement wholeheartedly.

One of the first guys I met in this online dating site and only recently met with him. Such a delight to hang out with. Very nice and funny guy. I am thankful to have known you --- better late than never.

Take care!

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