She’s a SLUT! boooooooooooong*
I have been called a slut four times in my life, the most recently today.
The first time was when I was a high school freshman and was still waiting for my first kiss (not for lack of trying) . I believe I was wearing a short skirt at the time. And it wasn’t even really that short.
The second time was by my so-called best friend my senior year of high school. Stats: I was with a serious boyfriend, the first and thus far only person I’d slept with. She had a new boyfriend every month and had already forgotten her number. Remarkably, I was the slut. If I recall correctly it’s because I told her how much I love to go down on my boyfriend. Yeah. SLUT.
The third time was also by a dear friend of mine a couple years ago while I was single and enjoying being single. Stats: I had been with a fair amount of people, but I still knew my number. She had had a new boyfriend every month since she started getting boyfriends at age twelve, and she had easily slept with three times as many people as I had. I think she called me a slut because I had gotten my clit pierced. And I was a CATHOLIC.
