New Year's Reflections on the New Me

A Hungry, Horny, Desperate, Pretty Mess

For Glorified Sluts, Reformed Sluts, Would-Be Sluts and Future Sluts

Before I get back to the past, a life update
I'm sensitive to the fact that this blog is called "Don't Be a Slut," and that the implied promise is that I will talk about love, sex, heartbreak and relationships. But before I can get back to writing about Number Two, I have to write a little bit about today.The last 90 days have been a roller-coaster ride of emotions:I started a new job at the end of July, full of hope, full of promise. I hoped it would get me out of the house, out of sweatpants, out of the refrigerator. But mo

First Blogiversary
It's my first blogiversary.One year ago today, early in the morning, I sat down and wrote my first post.And I'm so glad I did.When I started my blog, I had no idea that I would reveal as much as I did, that I would feel as much as I did or that I would heal as much as I did.I had no idea that I would make "blog friends" all over the world, or that my blog would become a lifeline of creativity in a sea of personal uncertainty.It's been a huge step forward for me creatively.You see, seven years ago, I blasted through a decade

Number Two
I got over Latin Muslim quickly. A week and a half after our jailhouse breakup, I had a new instant boyfriend, just add water.Let's just call him Number Two. He was a security guard at Wawa, the convenience store where I stocked up on junk food and cough syrup. He was tall, slim and good-looking, in a soft, pouty-mouthed kind of way. He was 27, but looked 21.Our affair started on a day when I was looking and feeling especially cute.I'd somehow managed to scrape up enough money to get my ha

Interview, Awards and Blog Love
Over the last couple of months, I've been silently bathing in the glow of blog love. I didn't want to interrupt my Virginity Diaries, so I saved it all up to share with you once I wrapped up that chapter. So, drumroll please, let the thank-yous and paying it forward begin.My first in-depth interview, courtesy of

Is it the Right Time for the First Time?
I was thinking I had waxed as philosophically as I could about my Virginity Diaries ... when duh, I realized I left out the most obvious lesson learned:There is no rush, and it should feel good.My first time fell far short of amazing, in part because I thought I was behind schedule. I was acutely aware that at age 19 I was "supposed" to have boyfriends, and it didn't help that