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Call Me a Slut

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Call Me a Slut

Call me a slut

Because I have a vagina.

And I think that’s pretty fucking cool but,

Apparently,

it’s not okay for me to think of myself

in terms of sex.

Because my sex is supposed to be

a pure virginal lamb

to be sacrificed on the alter of my marriage bed–

but if I don’t put out for you

I’m a bitch

or a prude

or whatever else it is you want to call me,

because my sex is

Apparently

not mine to share with whomever I please

and it just kills you to think I might have shared it

Willingly

with someone else.

Because virginity is meant to be taken, not shared, right?

So

If I’m not allowed to give it away

and not allowed to keep it for myself

then what the fuck do I do with it?

No, tell me, I’m genuinely confused.

Because I was not aware that anyone owned me.



My boyfriend’s friend wouldn’t hug me

Without permission from my boyfriend.

Call it a sign of respect all you want

But who was he respecting

Me?

Or my boyfriend’s property?

We’ve had sex, so he owns me, right?

He’s taken my virginity from me and

placed it on a mantel like a trophy,

While I hide my face in shame because I let it slip through my fingers

before he put a ring on them.

Wait a second, no.

I shared it with him

Willingly

And when his friend asked if he could hug me

his response was “Ask her”

Because my hugs are mine.

My sex is mine.

My body is mine.



And since when do you care what I do with my vagina?

How does it affect you

If I sleep with one man or a hundred?

It doesn’t, does it?

And if I sleep with a woman?

Well, you’d probably want to watch

because nothing turns straight men on

quite like gay sex, am I right?


Maybe you’re just jealous it’s not you that I’m fucking

So go ahead, call me a slut.

I fucking dare you.


Stevie Tayntor is a student at Marywood University who majors in English and is thinking about adding writing and women’s studies minors. Her dream is to one day quit her job and write novels full time, but in the mean time she writes, crochets, draws, and spends way to much time procrastinating on important papers.