Yes, in fact, I AM a slut.

[holly_evolving]

I like sex. I like it a lot. I'm willing to have sex with most of my friends. I do have sex with several of them. And we always protect each other. And everyone knows about everyone else. And no one is involved who is involved with someone else that would have a problem with the situation. We're happy and we have fun. I'm a slut. A libertine. A decadent wench. And I'm happy and I'm not hurting anyone. The only way to find out about my sex life is to ask me, to ask someone who knows, or to read my LJ. In other words, in order to find out, you have to WANT to know. I'm not shoving it down the throats of people who don't want to know about it.

So who the fuck cares?

Platypus


Bad Reputation
(Jett-Laguna-Cordell-Kupersmith)

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's
What I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation

Oh no not me

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good
When I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

I don't give a damn
'Bout my reputation
I've never been afraid of any deviation
An' I don't really care
If ya think I'm strange
I ain't gonna change
An' I'm never gonna care
'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

Pedal boys!

An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my reputation
The world's in trouble
There's no communication
An' everyone can say
What they want to say
It never gets better anyway
So why should I care
'Bout a bad reputation anyway
Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
You're living in the past
It's a new generation
An' I only feel good
When I got no pain
An' that's how I'm gonna stay
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not
Not me, not me

Comments

Long-winded response

[holly-evolving.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. You have a conversational style that I find causes me to redefine things pretty regularly. I appreciate it; it helps me to improve the quality of what I say.

I don't make a habit of broadcasting details. Up until recently, I made wrong choices as to whom I trusted. I shouldn't have told people things. I used my LJ anonymously as a vent--but not anonymously enough. I like entertaining people, and I thought my life would serve...and apparently it does, because people still read my journal.

My main objective isn't hurting people. It's simply enjoying my life. And when I feel that I've been attacked unnecessarily, I am going to react. Then and only then do the gloves come off. People can believe what they want, it's true. But when they begin spreading lies about me, I will do whatever damage control I see fit. It's one thing to criticize me for being a slut. It's another thing entirely to invent details that didn't happen. Won't stop anyone, I know. But in the interest of attempting to keep people I care about from believing the lies told about me, I try to find the source and refute them.

This is not something that can usually be done. People hellbent on causing problems for others are usually pretty good at hiding in the shadows. But I refuse to admit guilt when I'm innocent. I apologize enough as it is. Sooner or later, being a better person turns into being a scapegoat.

As for intimacy--if it happened in public, I'm not going to deny it. If it happens in private and I'm asked, it depends on who/what/when. It feels really shitty to me when someone won't admit they've been involved with me. I know there are others out there who feel like they're someone's dirty little secret. So I make a point of finding out who wants to be in a secret relationship...and I avoid the hell out of them.

My goal is not to broadcast every detail of my love life. Some things get brought up in my journal...which people have the right not to read. This is, after all, my webspace. I pay for it, and I screen all comments before they are posted. In the end, I determine who knows what.

Problem is, I can't stop people from assuming. There isn't much point to trying. That wasn't the point of this post, though.

The point is: I am a slut. I'm happy that way. And if someone doesn't like it--I'm not shoving it in everyone's face. And if someone gives me shit about it in a public forum, I will respond and I will defend my right to do so.

There are things about being a slut that hurt people, but these things can be controlled. Being a slut, in and of itself, hurts no one.

I'm not out to bash monogamy. Or chastity. Or the desire for either. Or any morality that in and of itself doesn't hurt anyone. But I am what I am and there's no reason why I should cater to anyone else's view of what I should be.

Does the talk upset me? Not really. I say what I have to say and then I go back to my life. Which is fun and simple and beautiful, and full of people I love and want to spend time with. Everyone has the right to think what they want to think and say what they want to say--up until slander and libel. Those are illegal.

Free speech in America? Not for about 4 years now. Ask Opie and Anthony fans.

My mom used to tell me: "When someone asks you a question that you don't want to answer, ask them, 'Why do you want to know?' And don't give them an answer till they give you a satisfactory one."

No one has to read my LJ. No one has to read anything I post on the Church of Rock boards. No one has to ask me what's going on in my life. And changing the details in those forums in the first place backfired on me when someone found my LJ and told everyone he could think of where and who it was. Sooner or later, all truths come out. The gossips make sure of that. I just like to be hard to lie about.

Enough of this soapbox. I'm not even sure this is entirely coherent at this point. Time to grab some lunch.