I hate that word. Slut. It’s mean to shame and control women. One of the ultimate insults along with bitch and cunt.

Due to the ongoing patriarchal bullshit that doesn’t seem to be getting any better after all these years I’ve decided it’s time for me to own the word.

Because if a slut is a woman or a girl who owns her sexuality, feels no guilt about consensual sex and recognizes her own desires and acts on them, then yeah. I’m a slut. And proud of it.

I’m tired of slut shaming. If a woman, young or old, wants to have sex, to learn what makes her body respond, to engage in consensual pleasure, that is that woman’s business, and no one elses. Does Miley Cyrus twerking make me cringe? Yes, because I don’t for a moment believe that she’s owning her own sexuality. But who cares. The only person she’s accountable for is herself. And a song about blurring the lines of consent? I think it’s stupid and those acting on it’s premise are criminal. And stupid. But I also believe in freedom of expression and that song isn’t the act it’s describing. And truthfully, I’d be embarrassed to be singing about having to force sex on another being. Jeez, Dude, surely you can find a partner who is willing. Did I say stupid?

Betty Fokker is much better at the politics of slut shaming than I am. I’m likely missing points of logic and the subtleties of slut shaming.

But there is one thing I do know. If I own the word, take on the label and make it mine, then no one can shame me with it.

So hell yeah, I am a slut. So what?

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Julie September 13, 2013 at 3:23 am

Dan Savage suggests that slut is the same as stud, just the gender is different. Good, huh? So yep, we all claim it as our own, and it won’t hold any more negative connotations. (I do the same thing with Witch, take it as a teaching moment when the need arises.)

Also, I’m just now catching up after Dan’s vacation. As you know, we’re practically joined at the hip, so when he’s home, I don’t spend much time on line. I get my post up, peek at the tweeties, and that’s about all.

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