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support, trying to prove that I was exactly the sort of person she could have told all of this to earlier. “Totally. This is definitely the way I’m going to get my next shag as well. I don’t even have to leave my sofa or dressing gown to find a man. This site was made for me.”
    â€œSo you really only want one-night stands and not a boyfriend?” asked Emma.
    â€œYeah I think so. It took me so long to lose my virginity that now I just feel like I have all this lost time to make up for. I want to get out there and have amazing sex with different people. I like sex—well, the little I’ve had of it. But it wasn’t particularly fun, and I’m so ready for that. I feel like it’s God’s gift to us, to get orgasms and have a bit of fun while global warming is tearing the planet apart.” The girls looked baffled. “I just want to have my slutty phase already.”
    â€œSlutty phase?” asked Lara with a raised eyebrow. “You know how I feel about the word ‘slut,’ Ellie. It shows the double standards society has for men and women. He’s a player; she’s a slut, etc. You know how it goes. Can’t you find a different word?”
    â€œNo,” cried Emma. “It’s all about reclaiming the word ‘slut.’ Like, it essentially means someone who has sex a lot, so why is that a bad thing? It shouldn’t be gendered, obviously, but we can just use it for men and women. If we call ourselves sluts, it loses its negative meaning. We need to reappropriate it so it’s a positive word for someone embracing their sexuality and their, like, libido.”
    â€œUm, I’m lost,” I said.
    â€œOkay, like, if I start saying ‘Ah, that girl is so slutty’ with admiration instead of judgment, it gets rid of all the connotations the word has. And even better if we start calling guys sluts too.”
    Lara looked impressed. “I had no idea you were so passionate about this, Em.”
    She grinned. “Well, as a former slut, it’s a topic that’s pretty closeto my heart. I heard enough guys calling me a slut growing up, and each time I let it hurt me before I realized I could just make that word mean whatever I want. When I decided slut meant ‘hot, sexually confident, empowered woman,’ it didn’t hurt as much.”
    I nodded enthusiastically. “I did the exact same thing with
virgin
. Like, it used to make me feel frigid and ugly and left out. Until I had sex and then I realized it didn’t have to mean that; it could just be a factual word for not ever having been penetrated.”
    â€œUm, I think that’s how most people already used it, Ellie,” said Lara.
    â€œNo, what about, ‘you look like a friendless virgin’?” I asked. “Or, ‘oh my God, you virgin weirdo.’ Those are insults. It’s the same as
slut
. Emma’s so right, we should totally redefine it.”
    â€œYeah,” cried Emma. “Being a slut doesn’t have to make you feel any of that patriarchal bollocks where you’re cheap and dirty. It can make you feel powerful, carefree and in control. Fuck it, Ellie, go be a slut.”
    â€œOh, I fully intend to. I want to meet up with these OKC dates and start shagging my way across central London.”
    Emma cried out: “Ah, you’re making me so nostalgic for my single past. I miss the days of waking up and trying to figure out how to get back home from whatever bit of London I was in. I used to love the crazy stories. Did I tell you I once got a tattoo during a one-nighter?”
    Lara and I exchanged shocked glances. “Um. No?”
    â€œI met him in a club.” She grinned. “Just some random guy, but his flatmate was a tattoo artist. We biked back to Dalston—I sat on the handlebars. We were so fucked on MDMA that when we got back to his and his flatmate offered to give me a tattoo, I