'I'm A Slut And Damn Proud Of It', Says Lady Feministe

What the fuck is this display of sexual arrogance?

My Sluthood, Myself (From the blog of Feministe)

Oh jeez, another self-made slut? What's this now?

"...sluthood requires support. Because any woman who indulges these urges carries with her a lifetime of censure and threat. That’s a loud chorus to overcome. A slut needs a posse who finds her exploits almost as delicious as she finds them herself, who cares about her safety and her stories and her happiness but not one whit about her virtue. A slut alone is a slut in difficulty, possibly in danger...."

Delicious?! What do you mean 'fucking' delicious? 'Disgustipated' is more like it. And don't even think about trying to arrive at my doorstep, because the only guy(s) that you're gonna meet are hurled stones, cuss words, gunshot-/stab wounds, angry, bloodthirsty pitbulls, and/or eviction threats from me like: 'Get off my yard, you mother-fucking skank...and don't ever come back!'.

It's one thing to be loved and cuddled, but it's a whole other story when a sensually-sexually-liberated 'slut' wants to do the 'Oh, me so horny' wild thing, when at the same time, her ovaries dry up, and the ol' PMS kicks in when her menopausal period begins--in spite of the fact that she free-willingly threw away her natural child-bearing prime years just to 'slut' it up with a few dudes [with a risk for being ball-busted] and a large number broads [like the feminist movement encouraging lesbian-ization].

As if this type of 'girl-game' is encouraged--oh, now what?

"...Sluthood isn’t an action, it’s a state of mind..."

No, sluthood is preparing you, not only for prolonged spinster-hood, but for a menace of well-deserved chagrin from the actually sane males like myself

"...I’m telling you this because sluthood saved me. Sluthood gave me the time and space to nurse a shattered heart. It gave me a place where I could exist in pieces, some of me craving touch, some of me still too tender to even expose to the light. Sluthood healed the part of me that felt my body and my desires were grotesque after two years in a libido-mismatched partnership. Now I felt hot, wanted, powerful. My desire and enthusiasm was an asset, not an unintended weapon. Even now, with more time passed, now, when I am actually ready for and wanting a more emotional connection, sluthood keeps me centered. It keeps me from confusing desire and affection with something deeper. It means I have another choice besides celibacy and settling. It means I won’t enter another committed relationship just to satisfy my basic need for sex and affection. It gives me more choices, it makes room for relationships to evolve organically, to take the shape they will before anyone defines them...."

Awww...How Roissy-ian of you.

"...I’m telling you this because, as scary and dangerous as my sluthood is, it’s built on privilege. My paid work will never be in jeopardy because my sluthood is exposed. My work also means I have a lot of practice with direct sexual communication. I’m old enough to be fluent in my own desires and limits, and also old enough that no one expects me to be virginal anyhow, so the risk of stigma is less. I’m cisgender and able-bodied and relatively mentally heathly for now, which makes these assignations a lot easier to mange on multiple levels, I would imagine. I have extensive self-defense training, which assures me I can stay in control of my own safety even in most situations. As a survivor of sexual violence, I’ve been privileged to have access to good long-term therapy and other resources that helped me heal at a deep level. I’m also white, which means that no one expects my behavior to represent my entire race...."

Roissy-ian...

"...I’m telling you this because juries still think women who even look like they might possibly be sluts are “asking for it.” I’m telling you this because some people still think it’s OK to drive a teenage girl to suicide because she was probably a slut. I’m telling you this because our policymakers would rather girls get sometimes-fatal diseases than be perceived as condoning sluthood. I’m telling you this because it’s important for everyone to understand: Sluthood isn’t a disease, or a wrong path, or a trend that’s ruining our youth. It isn’t just for detached, unemotional women who “fuck like men,” (as if that actually meant something), consequences be damned. It isn’t ever inevitable that sluthood should inspire violence or shame. Sluthood isn’t just a choice we should let women make because women should be free to make even “bad” choices. It’s a choice we should all have access to because it has the potential to be liberating. Healing. Soul-fulfilling. I’m telling you this because sluthood saved me, in a small but life-altering way, and I want it to be available to you if you ever think it could save you, too. Or if you want it for any other reason at all. And because even if you don’t ever want sluthood for yourself, you’re going to be called upon to support a slut. I’m telling you this because when that happens, I want you to say yes...."

Roissy-ian again; however since you're typically gonna say 'NO' to sex all the time like the feminist taught you to...I'm going to actually say 'NO' to your sluthood, you fucking bitch! Declare yourself a well-trained, hard-working ho-fessional [that's right, I said 'ho-fessional'], and it's not gonna earn you any higher-up promotions anytime soon!

Sluts like this give me a case of diarrhea--FOR A HOUSEBOY!

*BARF*