We all know one. Maybe we were borderline being one. One way or another if you are a woman you have been called this derogatory term. The oddest thing about this reality is that most of us who have ever been called this nothing can be farther than the truth. It is funny to me a man will call you one when you refuse his sexual advance. “I bought you dinner though”. No, yelling at our server and making an *ss out of your self isn’t buying me dinner. Stop stalking my Facebook page. Just because I banged your friend doesn’t make me business. And if we were intimate once and I change my mind that is up to me to decide. Men are utterly hilarious in their approach at times. To me they remind me of ogres. I had mentioned it to one lover once and he lost his damned mind lol Well if you don’t want to be called one treat a lady like a lady even after you already had a good time.

The “town pump” we all have heard about her and know “of” her. The mythical beast that comes along and steals any man right from under you as she will stop at noway to get what and who she wants. The more I hear about her sexual ways here in town you think as a wife and mother I would get ready. No joke every time I get introduced to somebody they always end with the disclaimer and she has been with so and so. It never seems to phase me the reach of her talon claws. In this world of mediocrity we are damned if we do and even worse off if we don’t so if you can handle all the side eyes and giggles I say just get to business then and move on with it if you must.

Do you know how often I get called out for “Slut Shaming” almost every other day. It is so funny to me that this is the term that others are using to try and put me in my place. It is not that I am shaming the activity I just can’t wrap around my head around that we make it about everything that we do. Maybe my libido has been suppressed from years on anti depressants. Maybe it is because I value that connection that you can have when you are intimate with the right person. When you move beyond the movements to try and truly get to know the person underneath of you isn’t that when Universe’s collide and mountains explode? We are all working with the same tools so why would the outcome come out any differently if we are just these pieces of somebody we used to know.

Lucky for me “that” girl in our town absolutely despises my husband. Maybe it was the years of being friends with his sister I have no idea. Could be it is just because of my husband’s egotistical ways but beside from him the list is easier to just say all the people she hasn’t banged. I wonder if my small town could say the same thing about me? I think I have simmered down A LOT in my mother hen years. From what I understand her promiscuity fired up when her marriage dissolved. That, I think, is why I cling to the remnants of my marriage so bad. I hear all the words being said among these middle aged balding men and my stomach just turns. I asked my husband why all these guys use her in such a way. All he said is she is fun to f*ck she has big fake t*ts. I just stared into the darkness. This is who she is known to be around our town and I couldn’t imagine having others speak to me in such a way. We are mother of our children and sooner or later they will here all that is being said. I shiver runs through my body as I think about my son. He mimics everything I do and wants to be just like me. What happens to the children of the mother’s who think life is better when you get through it flat on your back.

This is the existence we live in. This is what we are leaving behind for our children. We allowed our society to be all about instant gratification and taking what you want without even considering the long term consequences. I have been so productive since ceasing in sexual activity with my husband and I can’t decide if it is a good or bad thing. There is a reason why we are granted the ability to connect with each other in this way and I think it should mean more than a willy nilly thought. Maybe not though, “Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it.” Unlike the song though most people don’t want to fall in love or find a long term commitment because it is far easier and less dangerous to get our rocks off and move along.

When I think about all the activities I can engage in to be successful in life I think sex is at the very bottom of the list. Been there. Done there. Wasn’t getting me to the dreams I wanted so get to the back Bubs because this Momma ain’t looking back. I know for some this is a profession so we engage in needs to be done. There is no shame in your game as long as you know what you are doing and you can refrain from being emotionally involved. I think that is where being “a slut” truly plays in. Do what you got to do and move along. If it is only about the physical why bring on so much other drama too. If you ain’t trying to be a housewife than maybe you are content on just being a hoe? Do what you do with pride and honour and never, ever let a broke, balding man make you cry.