It’s totally fine. Don’t be ashamed that your number is higher than your other female friends, or even higher than your male friends. Here’s some points to make you feel better about something that you think is terrible that isn’t actually terrible.
Your Body’s Not a Temple
It can be if that’s what you desire, but one does unknowingly (or maybe not) partake in things that are grosser than sleeping with more than one person. Despite what Sinead O’Connor thought about Miley Cyrus’ body, you have the choice not to reserve it for that special someone.
Be Safe, Not Sorry
Just because you sleep with a lot of people, it does not mean that you’re more prone to sexual health problems. If you do not chose to use contraception and chose to sleep with a lot of people, it’s obviously more likely that you could run into sexual health problems. But as long as you use the necessary contraception that suits you, you can go about getting ass.
You’re Not a Slut
I mean you are, but you don’t believe the word carries any weight. It’s laughable. If the word slut is as bad as it gets and you still get to sleep with people how you chose to: just laugh.
I’ve gotten to a point in my life where I am convinced that I’m cursed with guys. I’m not sure if it’s because I didn’t send that chain message seven years ago or someone put a voodoo curse on me, but I’ve had horrible luck. Guys always stop talking to me right after I tell
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In the deep, dark corners of the night, when you’re mindlessly scrolling through Tinder under your duvet cover, don’t you ever simply wish you could find a guy with the body of Michael Phelps and the face of Barack Obama? Well, you’re not the only one, and thanks to a new app, you can try
I was being blackmailed by a stranger that hid behind a computer screen. I woke up every morning with 50 texts and emails from friends, family, and employers that received a personal message from this anonymous blackmailer, containing nude photos with a description of my name, my age, and where I went to school. Great,
