She may be a slut but she looks good to me.
– Tod Rundgren

I must have been in 3rd or 4th grade. We were up at Lake Conroe and sitting in my friend’s boat waiting our turn to load the it up.

A black Ford Bronco backed quickly down the boat ramp. A red neck gunned his blue sparkle finish bass boat and it lurched onto the trailer. A woman jumped out of the trailer in jean shorts and a Texas flag bikini top.

She had dark brown hair pulled into a pony tail, golden aviators and a large red rose tattooed between her tits.

She waded quickly into the water, secured the boat, climbed back into the Bronco and drove off.

“What a slut,” my friend’s father said.

I was hooked. If she was a “slut” then I knew right then and there that sluts were good.

Her: So she came over and spent the night. My parents were down stairs. I just remember that touching her body felt like touching a mirror. Like… Touching her was like touching myself but I couldn’t feel it.”

Me: So are you into girls?

Her: I like boys. I like girls. I like… “it” a lot. Is that wrong?”

Me: No. Not at all.

Her: Am I slutty?

Me: No

Her: Good. I want to be a tart and not a slut.

I have never understood the “shame” that some girls feel regarding sex. I mean, I want it all the time so why can’t they?

I think that’s the appeal of the so called “slutty” behaviour. There is an honesty to it. They want. They get. They live.

And if they can be that honest about something so intimate then maybe there’s an unusual honesty in the rest of their lives?

They are more… Trustworthy, hopefully…

And soon we were the only ones left at the hotel bar, lightly buzzed and flirting. She said she had to check on her husband in their room. I said I should leave too. At the elevator we realized our rooms were next to each other. She opened her door. The husband was clearly passed out. She wanted to keep talking. We went to my room. Things happened loudly and to a satisfying conclusion. Her phone rang. It was the husband. She said she was next door and gave him my room number. There wasn’t even time to panic before there was a knock at the door. She was non-chalant as she opened the door. He looked tired. He said he’d ordered a pizza. He asked if I wanted some and then casually said, “Relax, kid. She does this all the time.” So we split a pizza and drank some beer from his mini-fridge while she showered.

Nothing is really unusual or strange anymore. The Internet has shined a bright light all over this weird world and lifted every rock that could ever cover the strange and the sick.

A girl fingering herself in 10 second bursts on Vine doesn’t seem that bad once you’ve heard of “Two Girls, One Cup.”

Climb into Twitter and you realize no one is really happy with where they are. Spouses feel ignored. Some are subjected to a horrible loss of freedom, dignity and joy. Others just want MORE and they want it NOW and can you blame them for being impatient?

And there’s sex. Girls talking about girl things with a forceful clarity that proves anonymity is the true liberator of the opressed.

Some things, thank fully, are still reviled, even on the Interwebs. Pedophilia and rape are universally detested, as they should be.

But how nice it is that 45-year-old woman has a place to scream “I want sex and I want it with lots of different people.” That wasn’t allowed just 20-years-ago. That was… slutty.

You know… Sex is mostly biological. Some people have a higher drive than others. There is nothing wrong with that.

Some match up with one person and are totally happy forever. Most of us do not. That’s perfectly fine as long as you respect people’s feelings and do your best to make sure no one is hurt.

But let’s be clear about one thing:

There are no “sluts” in this world. There are simply some women with the strength and confidence to go after what they want.

And they can be good mothers and terrific friends and they also tend to be on the cutting edge, shattering all sorts of silly barriers.

I also believe they are smarter and more liberated than other people. They are “free thinkers” and that’s why they are sexy.

A juicy tattoo and a hot outfit? That’s just the cherry on top.