I love sluts. And everything they stand for. They’re comfortable in their bodies and confident with their attitude. They know what they want. They’re not ashamed. What’s not to love? In fact, Susan, my wife of 14-and-a-half years, has a captive bead with the declaration “slut” printed on it in her clitoral hood piercing. It’s a subtle reminder of the woman she’s grown into over the course of our marriage.
“With another man, I easily could have gone the other way, been way more reserved,” she says. “My slut was always there, but Rydell helped me coax it out.”
Susan and I hooked up in college after various six-degrees-of-separation-style hookups — ranging from best friends to nemeses to roommates — finally led us to our first separation-by-paisley-printed-silk-panties encounter.
We got married a year later and settled into a fairly comfortable relationship. “I think because we were so young we were actually trying to fit into a married mold,” Susan says. “It might have been subconscious, but we were definitely playing out some of those old, stereotypical husband and wife roles.”
When our ninth anniversary rolled around, we booked a short cruise — and I packed Susan a couple thong swimsuits.
“My first reaction, like any ‘proper’ wife, was ‘no way!’” Susan admits. “But I was intrigued. Rydell was always telling me how much it would turn him on and how great I’d look. I disagreed, but eventually it sunk in that to him — because he loved me — I really would. So I did it. I spent a whole day on the beach in this tiny white thong. It was so liberating. It sounds a little crazy, but I was the center of attention on that beach and that filled me with so much confidence.
“That’s when — as you say — I released my inner slut. And it’s only been positive since. I’ve never been happier as a woman or in my marriage than I am now. ‘Slut’ is a state of mind — a wonderfully liberated state of mind.”
“With another man, I easily could have gone the other way, been way more reserved,” she says. “My slut was always there, but Rydell helped me coax it out.”
Susan and I hooked up in college after various six-degrees-of-separation-style hookups — ranging from best friends to nemeses to roommates — finally led us to our first separation-by-paisley-printed-silk-panties encounter.
We got married a year later and settled into a fairly comfortable relationship. “I think because we were so young we were actually trying to fit into a married mold,” Susan says. “It might have been subconscious, but we were definitely playing out some of those old, stereotypical husband and wife roles.”
When our ninth anniversary rolled around, we booked a short cruise — and I packed Susan a couple thong swimsuits.
“My first reaction, like any ‘proper’ wife, was ‘no way!’” Susan admits. “But I was intrigued. Rydell was always telling me how much it would turn him on and how great I’d look. I disagreed, but eventually it sunk in that to him — because he loved me — I really would. So I did it. I spent a whole day on the beach in this tiny white thong. It was so liberating. It sounds a little crazy, but I was the center of attention on that beach and that filled me with so much confidence.
“That’s when — as you say — I released my inner slut. And it’s only been positive since. I’ve never been happier as a woman or in my marriage than I am now. ‘Slut’ is a state of mind — a wonderfully liberated state of mind.”
Awesome article!! I really loved this!
Thanks, I appreciate it!
The language used to marginalize women is astounding. Thank you for pointing out that we need to reframe the meaning of these words so women can be seen in all their glory. Last month, I wrote an article (elsewhere) called The Middle East Needs More Sluts, and boy did it get a lot of flack! Many are still not comfortable with the ideas you present here. Good article.
Excellent article, thanks! It's so true that it's very freeing to get in touch with one's inner slut...and to find a man who likes to be in touch with her, too!