From Belle De Jour's Facebook, is there anything she can't do?:
On Being a Slag, and this weekend...
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10:34pm Friday, Apr 4
Hey, I'm not offended by what Jon wrote on my Wall. It's lovely that some people are quick to come to my defence, but it's nothing, really. Thing is, if you want to call me a slag I'll agree. I'm a slag. And I don't see the problem with it.
In fact everyone should be a slag! Why this shame about sex? It is what we're built to do. In fact, as regards this, I had a though last night before falling asleep:
It was Philip Larkin who that life is first boredom, then fear.
If you are at some point bored this weekend (if anything like me, around 3pm Sunday), take a moment to consider the things you're afraid of, and how that affects the sex life you have.
When you don't go up and talk to someone who catches your eye, because of fear of what the reaction would be... when you don't pick up the phone to talk to someone because you don't want to break "rules" about how many days between meeting someone and saying hello... when you stop yourself having sex with someone simply on the grounds of what other people might think, or because you're afraid of what someone in a hypothetical future might think about your "number"... why be frightened of attraction, of flirting, of sex?
Men: Every time you don't flirt, don't phone, you pave the road for those who do - and then, no doubt, you whinge later on about why girls don't fall for a "nice guy" like you.
Women: When you play games, play hard to get, you pave the way for all the nice guys out there to think twice about approaching you or calling.
Non-heteronormative individuals: just fucking CALL someone and do it already.
In short, it's an infinite feedback loop of people not getting what they want because they're too scared to ask for it.
And it's bollocks, you know it is. They don't hand out Olympic medals to people who only went down the ski jump once in their lives. They don't give awards to the ones who turned up in a load of expensive gear but didn't fancy getting it dirty. What, exactly, are you saving yourself for? Love? Love is love regardless of whether you've slept with one person or one thousand. Love, and I'm sure this is just what Paul wrote to the Corinthians, don't give a shit. So stop equating purity with ability to love and be loved. I'm not going to get to the end of my life and think 'If I could do it all over again, I'd sleep with fewer people.' And if I wouldn't, why should you?
If you're reading this and relate to what I'm describing, make this the weekend. Go to a bar. Chat someone up. Get a number, and call it. Or if you have called, see that person. Tell him you think he's sexy, and you know you are, and that's that. Take him to bed and do it right. If you're already in a relationship, take your partner's face in your hands and say 'I am going to fuck you until both of us can't walk, because you're mine, and I'm yours, and that's the way it is.' (Yes, BH, I'm talking to you.) Because the only thing between us and the yawning abyss is the warm, wet, willing bodies we meet on the way.
You know what they say - an awkward morning beats a boring night.
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