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.

the fatal feminist © Nahida S. N.