Hey, slut.
Yes. Finally on holidays from uni and interning, which basically means reading, writing, and going out with friends. I wanted to write about how rad some of my friends are, and I was nearly going to preface it with ‘strong female friends’, but then I threw up in my mouth a little, so I’ll just say, my friends. Who happen to be female. And awesome.
After work, before seeing Prometheus (read: before having my heart broken) I went to Bar Open with a few work mates and started talking – as we do – about promiscuity. And one said, ‘Yeah, I pick up a lot, but it’s just because I really love sex.’ And everything about the statement, and the way she said it, just made me fall for her*. That and the fact that she and another mate affectionately call each other slut – probably with the same affection as hey, stud – gosh. It makes me so happy that I have these people in my life, these people with so much self-respect and self-worth and just this awareness of who they are and which social expectations they will not give a fuck about. And they are people who won’t be shamed.
*I fall madly in love with people and things about twelve times a day.
