Please note that I'm using the word promiscuous to replace the 's' word [simply because I don't like it]. NO disrespect to anyone who has had many sexual partners, just using it for lack of a better word. Keep this in mind or else this take will seriously offend you. Thank you.
Ok, so as you all know, promiscuity, among females in particular, is becoming more and more shamed than ever. This site is only one of many sites on the internet, among many OTHER groups in real life who have an enormous problem with this group of people. Do I agree with the lifestyle myself? No. But do I have anything against it? No. To each their own.
So why don't I shame it too?
Because I give value to the past. β°βͺ
a lot of people like to disregard the past in someone's life, or even their own. With all due respect, I don't believe this is a healthy mindset, because in my opinion, the past is what guides you to the present and teaches you how to approach your future. βͺπ½β© Anyway...
I'd like to use a FICTIONAL SCENARIO [for anyone who likes to take all my takes literally -.-] to illustrate where I'll be heading with this.
Her Story:
Let's say one day I meet up with an old friend who used to go to the same high school as me. She was really shy, conservative, didn't talk much, and easily the most intelligent in the class. Now we're both say 23, and we've decided to catch up over coffee. βοΈβοΈ
"Alot has been going on. I just don't give a damn about anything really. I'm happy. I've slept with about 8 guys now, well it'll be 9 tonight. Just got tired of holding out on everything you know? It all started with this one guy who just made me feel amazing, like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I caved Eva. Haha, I couldn't help myself. So you know, one thing lead to another... he got me pregnant, but he left, the asshole. Naturally, I had to abort. I can't take care of a freaking baby on my own! Anyway, so now I'm just living my life girl. I do whatever I want. Sometimes I get it for money, sometimes just cause I wanna fuck. It's all good. It's great."
. . .
What She Didn't Tell You:
"A lot has been going on. I just don't know what to do with my life anymore. I'm not happy, and I think I hate myself. I've slept with about 8 guys now, well it'll be 9 tonight. I can't help it, I just want it, you know? It helps me feel good about myself, numbs the pain, hides it all away for a night. Like being drunk. You just... don't feel anything... until you wake up, then to get rid of THAT pain, I do it all again. I guess I just got tired of holding out on everything you know? I hated being the little good smart girl with bows in her hair, clothes that were so shapeless and showed nothing of me. I had all this... energy boiling inside me, and I knew I needed to release it. This is the only way I know how to do it best. It all started with this one guy who just made me feel amazing, like nothing I'd ever felt before, and I caved Eva . After dad left home when I was 5, I had no man in my life to make me feel like a princess. I had no older brother to protect me, or play with me. I didn't feel special. No one said anything nice about me. Just the same old "your hair, your eyes, your outfit, your body looks so good". I wanted something more. Just to be appreciated, but even my Masters in Pharmacy became useless. When Dave, this first guy, told me I was one in a million, a breath of fresh air, and someone truly unlike other girls, I swooned. Haha, I couldn't help myself. He gave me a feeling I had never experienced, and I wanted to give him something too. For some reason, I felt giving myself away was the best gift I could give him. So you know, one thing lead to another... and that's when I realised I was gifting myself too. The condom broke, and he got me pregnant. I was devastated, scared and in tears for days. I told him I didn't want this baby to die, I needed us to stay together to raise it, but he left us, the asshole. I had no choice but to abort... I don't have a job. Anyway, once I aborted the new life within me, I just entered a numbness where I just don't care anymore. I'm in this place where it's becoming a routine, so now I'm just living my life girl, to make something of it, to just deal with the fact that this is where I am. I do whatever I want. Sometimes I get it for money, sometimes just cause I wanna fuck. It's not the ideal life, but it's where I am, and until death comes or until I try to get out of this mess, this is how I'm going to live."
πΉEveryone has a story. No one is born a promiscuous person. No one is born 'emo'. No one is born homeless. Something ALWAYS happens, which turns into a chain of somethings that wraps itself around someone's wrists and tries to prevent them from living, leading them to what is perceived by society to be 'low'.
πΉNo one is going to straight up tell you everything about themselves. They might give you a rough idea of what's going on, sure, just like the girl in this scenario. But, to think that you can even remotely come to accurate conclusions based on that would be extremely foolish.
Then again, this is the problem with humanity isn't it?
We're so quick to judge. It's actually disgusting. It's unbelieveable, shallow, and just irks me to no end. We respond so fast to a photo, a line, a way of living, a choice, that we completely lose sight of just where the hell [intended] that person might have been to reach this point.
But guess what?
You don't have to be like that.
"They're all shaming that "slut" [uggghhh]. I'll do it too."
"Everyone shuns prostitutes and escorts. So do I!"
SAY WHAT? ? ? π
I get it, SOCIETY likes to "label" and "generalise". Whatever. What I'm saying is... hmm. How do I put it?
~j.Bπ
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