It's culturally and globally accepted for men to act in a promiscuous way or to be disloyal, but the moment a woman is in that same position, men, and even most other women, will shame her.
To speak personally; I've had my own share of promiscuity and hungover mornings waking up in an unfamiliar bed. I've been personally attacked for my freedom, my name has been dragged through the dirt by multiple groups of people (some that I know personally and some people that I've never even met or heard of).
Sometimes I feel full of regret for letting somebody who wasn't in my heart into my body. Other times I feel empowered that I took the reigns of my sexuallity and challenged what's acceptable behavior for women compared to men. The constant feeling I do have about my past is that I wish people would get to know me better, then maybe they'd understand that one-night stands and friends with benefits don't even come close to defining me.
At the end of the day, I was only doing exactly what most guys I knew were doing, and if I crossed than hair-thin line between boys will be boys and slut, then fuck it. I don't care. Despite my regret, I will stubbornly scream at the top of my lungs that I regret nothing because I never want people to feel they have that power over me- to define what's an acceptable way to live my private sex-life, to make me regret something as simple as living in the moment.
"Slut", "whore", "skank", "dirty", "easy"... These words mean nothing to me. You can't make me ashamed of what I chose to do at a certain point in my life. And you can't permanently nail me to the cross of promiscuity because I've "been around". I let these people- most unworthy- have my body for a night, but I've always kept my soul and my heart pure. I don't think I would be the same person had I not gone through these trails of sexual experimentation. I've gained a lot of wisdom, figured out a lot about myself, and got all of these meaningless and purely physical acts out of my system. I've grown and gained focus on the things that I learned matter to me, and I feel relieved to be calm and where I am now.
I'm not who I've fucked, I'm not the number of people I've fucked, and I'm not how easy I was to fuck. I'm so much more than that, and my body is only the surface.
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