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People like to have sex. There is no reason one gender should gain the acceptance of having more sex than the other.

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Because you can never have just one.

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Much has been said in the last few years about the word “slut,” about its power and the potential for its reclamation. I won’t open that can of worms here. But I will say that to lament the sexualization of young girls while using the word “slut” is to completely miss the point.

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Most would just hold my hand or touch my legs but none has gotten far. But as the night deepens, a guy kissed me. Not once but a couple of times.

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He loved being with men in a way that I had never really experienced before. It was liberating and hot. So why did it sometimes make me feel a little dirty?

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My mom Melinda died when I was 8 years old and Marv, my barely-there father, was saddled with a child who he barely knew: me. Marv was essentially MIA before my mom died. He liked cars, boats, and hunting… not kids. So as we stared at each other across the dinner table every night–over a pizza box or mac and cheese usually–we were likely thinking the same thing…