I sleep with men whenever I feel like it, right? I’m not much of a catch in terms of hard-to-get. And yet, I have quite a high opinion of myself, which some people find surprising given the fact I’m an easy lay. Somewhat an easy lay. A lot of my self-pride and self-respect comes from the fact I’m not, nor have I ever been, a naive little bitch who has no idea how men think, nor a bitch whose whole self-worth comes from strict access control to her vagina. My self-worth isn’t, and never was, reliant on an existing hymen. My self-worth doesn’t diminish every time I sleep with a new man. If anything, it increases.
I feel proud of the fact men don’t see me as a used-up hag nearing the age of 50. I’m proud of the fact I have and will sleep with a ton more men and not have my worth diminish by an inch. I do not sleep with men who’d make me feel dirty, disrespected, or like trash unless for the fetish of sleeping with that kind of men or situations, rather, without being tarnished by it.
I’m not worried about men lying to me or not promising me something for the sex; I’m not stupid. I don’t expect things I’m not promised. I don’t have sex as a means to an end, like some idiotic women do. I have sex because I enjoy it, and once you leave my bedroom, you owe me nothing. I am proud of the fact I’m not a glorified whore, wife, that is. A woman who marries for money so he can have a retainer on sex with her and pretends this is about something other than that. (I’m not saying a marriage automatically makes you a glorified whore, I’m just saying that there are women like that, and I’m proud not to be one.)
I know what I want, I know what I like, and I know I like men more than anything else in the world. I’m proud that I can enjoy sex and men and myself without feeling dragged down by it, without feeling like I’m being violated or disrespected. I’m happy, feeling lucky, rather than proud that I wasn’t sexually traumatized by traumatized women around me before I even started having sex!
I am proud of the fact I can look reality in the eye and not only accept it for what it is, but to celebrate the fact it is so gorgeous. It’s not always perfect. You don’t always get what you want straight away, but get what you want one thing after another, but… I’m proud of my vision. I’m proud I don’t have to blind myself with Disney princess tales to feel loved and respected. I don’t even need a man to promise to see me again to feel loved and respected by him. And I certainly don’t need a glass slipper to feel that way.
