She's Slutty Because.....

She’s missing something, and needs you to fill
the hole. Literally. Come inside her and stem
the flow, patch up the wound with your own
body because she cannot do it alone. When
he left he took something from her, but she
doesn’t know – can’t figure out – what,
exactly, it is. So she’ll try anything. She’ll do
anything to see what works. She just needs to
not feel quite so much.

She’s a slut because it helps. It’s less about
the act of fucking you, and more about what
it does to her ego to get there. That she can
control you. She had no control over him –
the way he cried when he said goodbye but
said goodbye all the same. She had no control
when she got the call about his new
girlfriend, second-hand information that
made her wonder how long, exactly, it had
really been going on.

She needed him to be a faithful man so that
she could believe faithful men exist, and now
they don’t, anyone is up for grabs. It is balm
for the ego, locking eyes across the bar. Salve
for the dented spirit when she approaches.
Men love the thrill of the chase, and she loves
knowing that she can screw any man she
wants if only she’s brave enough to ask. She
just needs to make it their idea. She’s in the
driving seat of saying just the right amount of
provocative. Master of making his pupils
dilate in thrilled shock. Will say the
unsayable as code for what else she’ll do, too.

She’s not a bad person.
She’s not a Madonna,
nor is she a total whore. She has friends, and
priorities, and is liked and respected and popular
enough. She commands attention because
she’s so in control, so measured, so aware of
the cracks she’ll let other people see. Most
will be fooled by it. Most will marvel at her
confidence and her “go for it” attitude.
Concede that she must really have her shit
together. But then there will be one or two
who linger behind, say less, hold something
back because they see it. They see that she’s
playing make believe and doesn’t even
recognize it herself. They don’t trust it, and
they shouldn’t.

She’s a slut because she needs to feel wanted.
Desired. Sexual. She needs to remind herself
that she can. That there are other men out
there. But she doesn’t want you to love her.
To call. To treat her with any semblance of
respect. She doesn’t respect herself because
how can she? What is she worth, when the
one she gave it all to left so easily, and for
somebody else?
She’ll fuck you, and you, and you – one after
the other, filling up and filling up but never
being filled for long enough. She’ll begin to
pride herself on not being like the other girls.
Of keeping you at a distance. Ignoring you
once you’ve peeled off the condom and flung
it in the trash. Because she will always make
you wear a condom. She can’t love herself so
she sure as hell couldn’t love your child.

She’s a slut because none of you are the
answer. As she holds your gaze longer than
strictly necessary, rests her hand on your
knee a little too high to be friendly, there will
be a question in her eyes and in her heart
and the moment you lean in to kiss her –
tough, and fast, always too fast to mean
anything – the tiny speckle of hope that she
almost had will be quashed. She’ll just get on
with it.

She’ll be wet for you. Turned on as all hell.
You might even make her come. But it won’t
be from the being inside her. It won’t be where
she can see you. You’ll slip your hand into
her knickers from behind or go down on her
in the dark. From there, you could be
anybody. Nobody. Him.

She’ll treat you like utter shit and it will make
you want more, because the ones who don’t
care can be the most attractive when we’re
playing the “who is more broken?” game. But
you won’t value her. She gave it away too
easily, you used each other in a way that
can’t be undone. She’ll note your attitude, the
way you keep your texts explicit and void of
emotion, sex-ting her while you have Bae on your Wallpaper, she doesn't care, man are dogs anyways, you cant guilt trip her so its better following her lead, as evidence that
all men are the same.
Sexual predators. Easily led. Emotionally
stunted.

She won’t feel bad about moving on to the
next, because it didn’t mean anything
anyway.
That’s why she’s a slut.
Because nobody can disapprove her theory.
Nobody is saving her from herself.
She doesn’t know, yet, that she needs to save
herself by enkindling the fire inside her.

All she needs is a strong,wise and patient man, who'll show her that love is not just a test, its a journey that she can thread on with you. It may take time for her to fathom your intentions but she will, when you stay even when she strays.