I AM NOT A SLUT, NOR AM I BROCCOLI
Taylor is a fashion marketing student. She’s scatty, she’s a feminist, and she loves hummus
I am single and I sleep with whoever I want. As long as they are not a serial killer. Or related to Stephen Baldwin. We all have needs and what makes my needs less important than yours? Oh right. Forget for a second that single women can’t have sex. Gotcha.
I am not in a relationship therefore I am not allowed to have sex. Hell no. Don’t you dare take sex away from me you stupid society. The stigma behind single women having as much sex as they want still hasn’t disappeared in 2017. While some men brag about their conquests almost like they are trophies, women actually get shy and feel embarrassed divulging the number of people they have slept with.
But why should I slash down my number? How is sleeping with say a 100 different people once, any different from sleeping with one man your whole life for over 100 times? I’ve heard things before in the style of “no one likes damaged goods”. Well, what makes me unalike someone who has sex with their partner/husband/wife three times a day for ten years? Are women just supposed to sit here in a perfect untouched state? In a bubble of flowers and self-made apple pies? Are we just supposed to wait for the ‘perfect’ man? Well, once he gets us in the sack guess what: he’ll probably be unfulfilled since we haven’t had sex since our last relationship and that was when vanilla sex was still cool as were bright colored trousers.
Women don’t become ‘sex gods’ without a bit of practice. It takes A LOT of practice. I can confirm when I first started this sex malarkey, I was completely and utterly useless. Starfish might come to mind. But as I grew up and started to learn how my body and how other bodies worked I realized sex could actually be a lot of fun.
One night jumper
The first time I had a one-night stand, I loved it. I missed having sex since I just broke up with a boyfriend. So I went out dressed up nice and found this cute boy at a bar and went home with him. I woke up in the morning not feeling used or degraded. I felt great. I just had good sex, why shouldn’t I feel great? I slipped out of bed, stole his jumper for the inevitable walk of shame, and left a note with my number on his kitchen counter. The only time I heard from him again was when he texted me asking if he could have his jumper back. I got my mother to post him his sweater and I never saw him again. Thanks mom.
All I’m saying is that people should be allowed to have sex as much as they want with whoever they want as long as consent is given. Sex and romance can be two separate things. I know sex with someone you don’t care about is different from sex with someone you love, but you cannot put them on the same scale. That’s like saying you can only love fries. Well. mashed potato is pretty good too. Have you ever had sex with a person you hate or find unattractive? It’s kinda nice. Although I mostly still meet up with men I do find attractive and fun, just not in a ‘we have a future’ kind of way.
I have been called a slut, I have been called a whore but this does not affect me. That is someone else’s opinion and I cannot help how they think. Slutshaming is so boring. So unoriginal. And if loads of people start calling you a broccoli and are all adamant that you are one, does that mean you are in fact broccoli? Nope. Remember that. No woman is a broccoli. Women are just sexual beings.