Define “Slut”

I woke up very early. I had a long drive ahead of me. I chose to wear my Define “Slut” t-shirt. It was supposed to be 60° and sunny. (In January!) And it fit my mood perfectly.

Please excuse my disheveled appearance. This photo was taken in the afternoon. I was on my second date of the day. By then I had already driven hours. My first date had tied me up and ‘professionally’ sexually tortured and fucked me for hours more.

I could still almost feel the sawzall

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This is the back.

“So,” asked the second man, “How do YOU define ‘slut’?”

I looked at him quite seriously.

*I* DEFINE Slut.”

I was not referring to my twitter name, or this blog. I was not referring to my actions at that moment, or that day, which were well up there on the Slutometer by pretty much anyone’s definition. I was not referring to the fact that I have been Google’s #1 (Real) Slut and am ‘World Famous’ for being a slut. I even once held the title of Queen of All Sluts.

He really was interested in what my definition would be though, so I continued.

“It is *MY* body. *I* get to choose what (and who) I do and don’t do with it. No one else’s. Just mine. I am happy and no one can tell me I can’t do what I want or make me feel bad for being myself.”

Then I continued to do just that. I had a Sadistic ‘Rapist’ to taunt after all. I stuck out my chin and said “You can’t MAKE me do anything,” as I rubbed my ass into his crotch.

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He grinned and proceeded to make me do all sorts of things. He used me in every way, in every sore hole any way he wished no matter how much I screamed, begged, or cried. He hurt me. He made me feel dirty. He made me feel scared. He made me feel ashamed. That’s why I was there after all. I love playing those mind games with him.

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Oops. I’m sorry. I got a bit sidetracked.

My body. My mind. My choice.

I do support the UnSlut Project. NO ONE should be shamed by another for liking, not liking, or feeling what they do. I don’t want anyone trying to tell my daughters how to explore their sexuality. Who to love, what gender, how many, and how is their choice, just as it is mine and yours.

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The sad reality is though that in many parts of the world my actions, these words and photos, pretty much everything that I do would not be allowed. I wouldn’t just be shamed. I would be arrested, tortured, raped, mutilated, and/or killed. Taking power over the word ‘Slut’ isn’t enough.

Every human being has a right to own their own body. And, if they chose, to give it away. That sort of freedom for everyone is still very far off in the future, and can never come without a high price.

But it IS coming.

In the meantime, I will keep doing what I do. And writing about it. I DO have that freedom. Being a slut can be my superpower. My blog is read almost everywhere. People tell me I have inspired them.

One small slutty voice.

Even in the places it’s not allowed…

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