The Whore’s Diary

I like sex.  I sleep with men on, and sometimes before, the first date.  I believe in open relationships.  I’ve had successful fuck buddies (one lasting over 10 years now).  I’ve been the other woman more than once.  And I know how to keep my emotions in a box when it comes to screwing around.

 

Let’s tear down a few preconceptions before we begin. I’m always safe…always.  I don’t have a long string of regrets.  I sleep with people because I want to sleep with them.  And if I were a man, no one would have anything to say about it.

But I have a vagina.  So whoring gets me into a different kind of trouble than it does my promiscuous male friends.  Especially since now, on the later end of my whoring twenties, I’ve been thinking it might be nice to be in some kind of relationship again.  I am, according to the Urban Dictionary, a ‘whoromantic.’

But I know the score.  Guys take one look at my leather boots and blood-red lipstick and assume I’m just a good lay.  And I am a good lay, but sometimes I want more.

The truth is, I’m not a Madonna.  But I’m not just a Whore either.

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