Am I a SLUT?

The word slut is powerful. I know it is. I have felt fear of being called or perceived as one. I have judged others for being one. I have made choices to have less fun than I wanted to in order to not be giving off a sluttish vibe. Then I saw a video of a woman who was lashing out at an interviewer who was pointedly acknowledging the appearance of the woman in order to degrade her. She started calling EVERYTHING a slut. It was glorious. She completely stripped the word of all its negativity in my eyes. I looked up to this woman for doing that, and it guided me to a world of powerful women who have existed all along that I didn't know about. I grew up with TV influences like the Desperate Housewives and Todlers and Tiaras, so self love wasn't something I could really understand. Women are stupid. Women are incapable. Women are objects, and we better be careful to not look like we are getting our brains fucked out, or that we want them to be.

Slut is a powerful word, but I can change its meaning. Slut is pleasure. Slut is seeing what you want and taking it. Slut is taking your ass to the woods on booty kicking adventures to balance that brain. Slut is putting on so much makeup you don't recognize yourself, and slut is being so naked there isn't even a trace of mascara left on your lashes. Slut is having a wholesome time doing what you want to be doing with who you want to be doing it with. Slut is my power word. I am a SLUT and I am PROUD.

Being a slut is fucking cool. I can behave however I want to without fear that people will judge me. I can wear lingerie as day time wear and not be trying for anything other than fabulousness. I can lace up my work boots and go bust ass with the rest of them, and also look like a queen while I do it. I am a big fat slut because I believe in myself and I can't get enough.

Suck on that SLUTS,

SLNature