A slut, by any other name...

Okay, OKAY, so twenty minutes is a little fast.  Even for me.  I prefer at least a few hours, I mean really.

Joking.  But listen, I have no problem admitting that, since the end of my very serious relationship with my Marine, I've become, what some might call, an "easy" woman.

M'I'Rite, ladies?

I have, and it doesn't bother me.  I see something, I want it, I go after it, and I get it.  I believe that's the definition of ambitious.  What I happen to want just so happens to be sex, and for a woman to chase men like sex objects is somehow taboo.  It doesn't make any sense.  It's completely non-sensical.

Absolute nonsense.  That's all I'm saying.  WHY is it okay -- nay, encouraged -- for men to try to nail a woman as soon as possible, or to get a beej from a stranger in a bathroom, or bang a bar skank in the backseat of a car, but it's not okay for the woman to do these things?  The dude gets a high five from all his other dudebros, and then they all sneer at the so-called slut that was on the other end of the P.

A coworker of mine told me that I should hold out as long as I can, because my vagina is the most valuable thing I have, and to give it to a man is a gift I should only bestow on someone willing to wait.  This was another female.  A fellow woman was suggesting that my intelligence, sense of humor, values, skills, and every other part of the glorious package that is me absolutely pales in comparison to my cooch.  That a man will never value me as a person unless I hold out on him, because once he has it, he doesn't care about the other stuff.  God forbid a man bring an easy chick home to meet his mother!

And you know what?  For a while, I was embarrassed.  Ashamed, really.  I racked up quite a few notches in the bedpost quickly, and that was wrong, somehow.  I didn't tell anyone, and if I did mention getting laid, I inflated the amount of time we'd spent together before doing the deed to make it sound like I was a proper lady.  But WHY?  Why should I be ashamed to satisfy my basic, primal, human needs just because I'm a woman and not a man?

Sure, there have been guys who have slept with me once and made it clear they're not interested in a commitment (see previous post for an example of one such douche).  That's cool; I don't want to settle down with a man like that anyway, so it saves me a lot of wasted time and heartache.  And I know it's not something I'm doing wrong because they always call again.  Guaranteed.  I think, of all the men I've been with in my entire life, there was only one who didn't call me again, though he did send me a Facebook message that just read, "Hi."  It's not me, it's them.

And that's the case for most women, even though we're taught by our oh-so-evolved American society that it's always our fault.  He never calls you again?  You should've/shouldn't have put out.  He cheats on you?  You should've put out more.  He doesn't pay attention to you?  You must be terrible in bed.  And my favorite: You two broke up?  You must've been naggy and prude.

That's fucked up.  I'm sick of this stupid stigma against women who like to have sex.  And the hate comes from both sexes, which is doubly bad!  Do you REALLY think I'm going to try to bang your boyfriend because I like to get laid?  PLEASE.  There is waaaaaaay to much effort to do that, versus taking home a single guy.  And if I meet him out somewhere, and he tells me he's single, THAT'S NOT MY FAULT, IT'S HIS.  HE'S the one that's cheating on you; how could I possibly know! (For the record, I've never nailed anyone's boyfriend.  That I know of.).

Girls, could you imagine what life would be like if we stopped fighting and hating and ostracizing each other?  If we could just get along and be honest with ourselves?  I mean, who understands what it's like to be a woman more than another woman?  Why do we allow society to turn us against each other?  WE ARE THE SAME.

What I'm saying is, it's okay to be a woman, it's okay to want and go after the things you want, and other woman are not the enemy.  I'm pretty sure that's one of the many messages feminists try to get across all the time, but no one seems to be listening.