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Tsuchi Kin

Just a good girl gone bad.

Created on 2006-06-12 20:46:01 (#10437696), last updated 2007-07-01

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I'm tired of this,
Tired of distrusting.
Of mourning for lost loves that are not yet lost.
Cursing the cost of my seclusion.

I am a baddass.
I drink, I fight, I am not arrogant but confident.

I am no damsel in distress.
I am more than what you see

We are constantly applying the pall of sluttiness to women who are, in reality, quite chaste. Britney Spears is a perfect exaple. Yes, her stage act trades on sexuality, bt what pop star's doesn't? Thats the price of entry nowadays. If you aren't engaged in a simulated or not so simulated strip show every time you appear on television you're dismissed as irrelevant. People want to call Britney slutty, but we all know she's only been with one guy her whole life. Yet she's a hypersexualized young woman, and that makes everyone uncomfortable. So we dismiss her, diminish her, devalue her by calling her slutty. No matter that she's a multiplatnum artist responsible for millions of dollars in album sales.

Why is it the slutty guy and not the slutty girl? We even go so far, some of us women, to be attracted to the slutty guy. Knowing full well he is a whore, who won't remember our names in the morning and will tell stories about us to his friends, most of which won't be true, and the parts that are true shouldn't be told outside of a confessional or a deathbed.

We actually think that we'll get in bed with this guy and change his mind, that we'll be the girl to make him lay down his sleeze flag and turn to a life of devotion. Trust me; it doesn't work that way. Einstein proved it in a theorem somewhere: the "slutty guys cannot be changed through sex = MCsquared" theorem.

If you want to sleep with the slutty guy knowing full well he's a slut and that he probably picked up a few tricks along the way from which you might benefit, go ahead. If your intention is to have a good time, forget his name in the morning and tell stories about him to your friends, all of which will be true but far too explicit even for a group of guys, then fine. Just know that going in and then be cool.

Because this is one of the biggest mistakes we make with guys when were trying to hit it and quit it. We're over friendly when we see him next, looking for assurance that we're the special one, the diffrent one, the life-changer. The fact is, nothing's special or life-changing about a one-night stand. Nothing. You go home with someone on a first date, you better get yours, get out and get on with your life before you have to have a sober conversation with the guy in the light of day. Before shame and panic forces you to find a relationship that was never there in the first place.

Sex is not love. This is the single greatest mistake young men and women make in their lives. Sex. Is. Not. Love. Somehow, some grand cosmic joke has made women believe that letting a guy into their beds means letting them into our lives. We sleep with some dude we find mildly loathsome when first meeting him, have what turns out to be whiplash sex, then suddenly conjure up a mental tableau of our three bedroom, two bath split-level ranch in the country with a koi pond and the sandstone kitchen floor.

Sex leads to affection. Affection leads to attachment. Attachment leads to resentment. Resentment leads to hate. Hate is the way to the dark side.

A lot of people believe that, when you talk about women getting what they want, being liberated and fulfilled and all taht soft-serve mumbo jumbo, if sex is included even one iota in the dailogue then thats what you're talking about. Casual sex. I don't know how it happened but in the last twenty years the word fulfillment has come to be synonymous with having an orgasm. Not that I'm anti-orgasm, that would make me a crazy frustrated person. No I'm just more pro- you. The whole you. The you that is a kick ass, go for what you want, have the time, of your life every minute you can.

Part of that should include having sex on your own terms, without commitment if you want it that way, without that sickening feeling you get in the morning after you sleep with a guy you realize you don't even like the guy that much. Would be happy, to never see him again, except...

You get attatched. Shit. Now starts four months of guy-wrenching confusion, cajoling, wheedling, and generally emotionally non committal behavior on your part as you try to a)push him away out of disgust, and b)pull him toward you out of soe vestigial genetically programmed mechanism that has imprinted him upon your psyche throught he act of intercourse. When all along you could have been having a good time with your freinds, eating pancakes or jetskiing or poking a beehive with a stick, not wasting one little bit of brain matter of corporeal electricity thinking about his knucklehead and why he told you he would call you and then seemed, somehow, to disappear, taking his phone line, apartment doorbell, and close circle of friends with him.
Sex is not love.
Chocolate is love. And puppies. And TiVo.
Get it straight.

- Swerve, by Aisha Tyler.

((This is a roleplay account and Kin is portrayed by Nobuchika Eri))

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