Author Archives: Vanessa

It seems that no matter what time I leave work my bus is full of teenagers. No matter if it's girls or boys, they're always talking about girls: who's a slut, who's a priss, who's not even worth mentioning. On and on and on. I feel like I know about the sexual lives of every teenager in Dalston at the moment. No matter how hard I bury my nose in a book I hear them, "She slept with him yesterday is it?" "Oh, my, god! What a slut!!!" Nice girls, nice. This is something that I guess I keep going over on this blog: what the fuck is a slut? What does that word even mean? As I'm too much of a nerd to ask the teenagers themselves I turned to the next best thing: Urban Dictionary. This is by far the most popular answer. A slightly confusing backhanded compliment, but hey, it's not terrible just sort of shitty. Things get worse however... Leaving aside the idea that someone could disassociate from their body quite at will (can someone teach me that?) this is a textbook definition and raises so many questions. Why does engaging in sex frequently and sharing your body with more than a handful of people make sex less special? What makes someone's sexual preferences discriminatory? What about all those girls who make their boyfriends wait and wait and wait and then get cheated on, treated badly, and dumped? Should they have worked harder beforehand? Probably not. If you give it up on the first date or after the wedding it doesn't make a shit of difference. Some people are douchebags, some people will be horrible to you. Sometimes you can sniff them out in seconds and sometimes it takes years. The amount of time you wait between meeting them and getting acquainted with their genitals makes no damned difference. Now for 'meaning and significance'. I think that often sex can be likened to food. Some meals you wolf down, on the run, barely tasting them or appreciating them, others, like Christmas dinner, leave lasting memories each time it's consumed. Sex is the same. Sometimes yes, it has meaning and significance, the first time you have sex after you fall really truly in love with someone is magic. For me in that moment the whole world seems to stop and there's a lightbulb over head feeling: this is it, this is me and the person I love being totally, utterly together. It's one of the most precious moments you'll ever have, I think. I don't know what having a baby is like, but I guess it's like a non sexual version of that. With added pain. But yes, sex can have meaning it can have significance, it can be an exploration of trust, an episode of mutual discovery, and a fun filled rollercoaster ride, sometimes all of the above at once. And other times it can be like scratching an itch. An itch you just can't let alone. Do you have to scratch that itch with someone who understands you? Who likes you? Who thinks you're hot? One out of 3 generally isn't bad, but no, not really. Sex is sex, a strange, heady concoction that can be tied up with emotions and meaningfulness, but mostly is about being in the moment and something going on around your genitals. Firstly: chill the fuck out! That guy was being nice to you, and you just pissed on his dreams! Secondly... what people say about sluts, and by extension sex, says so much more about themselves than 'sluts'. Here we have someone equating sex with personal validation. The intricate way that her self-view is built into her idea of sex makes me think that for her having sex is a minefield: she at once wants to be accepted and loved and sees sex as a way of expressing this, but is also caught up in the idea that to give it away means that she doesn't respect herself. She's trying to withhold sex in order to get sex. Confusing? You bet. FYI 'man' next time you see that lady give her a hug, she needs it. SHIT! WE'RE ALL SLUTS!!!! Not you men. Don't worry, you're safe. Amen. Read it, memorise it, and if neccessary tell people it, but in a more condensed manner because it's kind of long, and leave out the bit about nipples showing, because sometimes we just can't help it ok? Stop calling other girls sluts, stop judging people by how many people they've slept with, and stop using it as a catch all insult. If you must call someone something nasty, and sometimes you must, then get creative! Call them a slinky eyed bottom feeding mouth breather, a higgedy piled rust bucket of pity, or a banana split on a cupcake, whatever feels right! Or just move to Sweden and start confusing people.