The new political incorrect woman.

What I intend to do is by no means revolutionary. It is not new or different, let’s face it everyone ‘blogs’ now. I want to write about me. This could be considered selfish there is, after all, more to life than me. But I spend my every waking second giving and now I just want to take five seconds to talk about it. Just to clear my mind and make my head slow down.

I am your typical Caucasian female: Similar to a vast portion of women like myself I have self-harmed in the past. In fact there was a time I made quite a habit of it. However I am under no illusion that my actions were frightfully pointless. I am of above average intelligence; I do not say this through any wish to brag, it is merely a fact. I am young, not teenage naivety, but not in my thirties. I am tall, slim, and pretty – according to my friends, but I hate the way I look. I am rather typical in every way.

I have kept a blog since I was 12 years old, but not this one. My past blogs have been diaries, day to day accounts of my waking and walking. This is different. I don’t have time everyday to write about how ridiculously average my day has been. I do however want a place to write my thoughts. I came to that decision when I voiced my opinion on a popular matter to some University friends; their reaction was shocking to me. They were horrified that I was not pro promiscuous sex.

You may be a babe or a fox. You may be a stud or a playboy. I’m not. It is this fact that makes me the new politically incorrect figure. Today’s society lavishes praise and accolades on those who fuck for fun. People who sleep with whomever they wish, whenever they wish. These people are inspirational, well not to me. By today’s standards women are meant to love free sex. Women are to have sex with as many men as they please. To prove they can enjoy sex just as much as any man. *sigh* I thought we had grown past proving points, but sadly no. If a woman is not having wild sex with relative strangers then she is considered a prude; or so the new thought movement suggests. But this is not me. It never has been. Yes I have had sex, and yes I've slept with more than one person, however this is not something that I publicise. I have slept with four men over the course of seven years. I'm okay with this; in fact I would preferably have slept with less. I do not agree with free sex. I dislike it just as vocally in men as I do in women. You are not a babe or a stud to me, you are a whore. I do not think you are a bad person, I do not think you are any less or a person than I am. But make no mistake, I do not agree with what you do. Sex in my humble opinion is special. It very quickly loses this beauty when it is reduced to nothing more than a carnal desire of the flesh. Sex as a one night stand can never feel the way that sex can with someone who knows every inch of your body. In a night, a week, or a month a person never has the opportunity to discover the ways to make your body melt that come from knowing someone better than you know yourself. These brief but close encounters rely on tried and tested, hit-goal-when-you-press-here points. Give me commitment any day, cause nothing can compare.

Juliet

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