“So…how many people have you slept with?”

If someone asks you this question: get out now. Seriously, do not answer, do not pass go, just leave.

About a year or two ago, I decided to stop counting how many people I’ve had sex with. Have I lost count? No. In the back of my head I know exactly who I’ve slept with because, frankly, it hasn’t been that many guys. I just simply decided to stop thinking about my number, to stop talking about my number, and, most importantly, to stop worrying about my number.

And I think you should too.

Every day our bodies are the subject of judgment…from men, from the media, from other women…somewhere along the way it became their business to dictate what we do in our own sex lives. Our magazines tell us we should focus on how to please our man and how to look better naked (for the benefit of our man). We are constantly confronted with the virgin/whore complex—men want a girl who’s sexy, seductive and gives a killer blow job, but wait, she can’t be a slut. Men don’t want to date a slut. Bloggers like PerezHilton see a young actress with a new man, and she is labeled a whore, literally: the word is scrawled across her photograph. Read More »