Ozymandias’s Crushing and Venting Engine of Doom: Slut Pride

I have to reblog this, and I don’t think I’ve ever reblogged anything.

You can read the original here: Ozymandias’s Crushing and Venting Engine of Doom: Slut Pride. And here it is, reproduced:

(This post dedicated to the anon who keeps calling me a slut in the comments.)

I am a slut.

My cunt is not a prize to be won with wealth or game, it is not a gift given out of gratitude or insecurity. My cunt is for my enjoyment and pleasure, and for other people’s enjoyment and pleasure. I fuck because of the sea-green color of your eyes, or your sweetheart smile, or the way you move your hands that reminds me of someone I’ve loved and lost; I fuck because I like the books piled three-deep on your shelves, or a joke you made that had me laughing for five minutes straight, or the look of concentration you get when you’re shooting zombies in Left for Dead 2. I fuck because I love you with a passion that scares me, and because the idea of hurting you makes me shake in fear; I fuck because you’re cute and I have nothing better to do.

I’m not easy, I don’t go to bed with anyone (those old-fashioned slanders against sluthood). The muscle-bound jock holds no interest for me, nor the asshole spitting insults and witticisms; I prefer my boys shy, and quiet, and kind, and their hands tremble when they take that first tentative touch of my tits, my hips, my labia (both minora and majora).

A slut can be a virgin, or a sex worker, or a monogamous person married for four decades, or someone who goes out to clubs three times a week and brings home a different guy every time, or someone who has fuckbuddies, or a serially monogamous person dating around. A slut may be kinky or vanilla, high sex drive or sexually dysfunctional. A slut may be straight, or bi, or gay, or even asexual. A slut is nothing but this: anyone– man, woman, or other– who has exactly the sex they want to have.

A slut is honest to her partners about STDs, sexual history, other partners, kinks, squicks. A slut is honest with herself, about whether she can handle casual sex, a relationship or celibacy, and about what turns her on or turns her off. A slut has safer sex. A slut is good, giving and game for her partner’s kinks, and expects her partner to be the same. A slut, of course, wants explicit affirmative consent from her partners; but nore than that, a slut wants her partners to be enjoying themselves, because anything that increases the amount of good sex in the world is a good thing. A slut does not judge other people’s sex lives, as long as they’re happy and honest and safe; a slut expects other people to not judge hers.

A slut is a proud person having happy sex.

So write it across my arms in eyeliner, shout it from the hilltops and scream it in the concert halls. I don’t care. The word has no power over me.

I am a slut, and I am proud.

P.S. Morgan says he’s happy to be a beta male, because beta wolves get to nip at the alpha male’s heels, and the alpha can’t do anything without losing face. So nyeh.

To us, virgins, who love like sluts. And to everyone, whoever you are or whomever you’re with, who loves like sluts–
Because dammit there are entire universes and complexities in moments and in people. And I see them. And they stop me. Love is not an action, it’s a state of being, an indescribable depth.

8 thoughts on “Ozymandias’s Crushing and Venting Engine of Doom: Slut Pride

  1. Have you ever read the book "The World According to Garp". I don't mean watching the movie because the movie doesn't do it justice but have you read the book?It seems like something you would love but I realize you are in College so you don't have time to read anything except what you have to right now. Perhaps after college though.

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  2. Steve, are you being a passive-aggressive ass? My first thought was that you were trying to insult with a literary reference.But then you said it seems like something I'd love, and you said the movie doesn't do it justice, so I'm guessing it's something you love. So I'll look into it.

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  3. Shelly

    Going to have to reveal my internet inadequacy here: everytime I try to click on the link to the blog, it says that it’s an invite-only blog. Am I doing something wrong?

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    1. No, the writer has since made her blog private; after she began writing at a new site, she decided it was difficult to keep up with both. She writes at “No Seriously, What About Teh Menz?” a wordpress blog, under the same name. You can find her there. =)

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