"SLUTS" Don't Exist - Brave Young Girls Do
"SLUTS" Don't Exist - Brave Young Girls Do
She got arrested for 3 different charges involving cocaine, as seen today via a news post someone shared on Facebook.
She is Clarissa.
Freshman year of high school Clarissa was a new student from an inner-city school about an hour away. A product of a non-rural atmosphere, now confined to a purely rural area. The first time I saw her was in Spanish class. She sat on the other side of the room. So much make-up on, her choice that day was raccoon-style eye shadow. Tight clothing, but not as tight as she would wear in the future. It was her first day after all, gotta keep it modest.
A lot of kids in school didn't partake in casual sexual interactions, probably because we grew up together and the familiarity dampened the desire.
Clarissa fucked everybody. She literally fulfilled the fantasies of boys. They no longer had to make up scenarios in their heads to masturbate to. Those scenarios became reality. Word quickly spread, not that it even needed to. She was basically selling herself. Clothing that cut off circulation, the way she talked, the way she flaunted herself when she walked. The main question I had was whether she was pretty or not. I wanted to see her without make-up. There could have been a beautiful person under there.
She messaged me on Facebook one afternoon.
(recalled to the best of my memory)
Clarissa: hi :)
Doug: Hey
C: ur cute
D: thanks
C: we should hang sometime
D: maybe
C: ok :)
I was 15. Christian. My only sexual experiences leading up to this point involved my hand and my hormone-induced imagination. I was not interested in Clarissa. A large part of this was due to the fact that I was still a "Christian." I never felt any kind of spiritual experience though I yearned for it. Hoping for a relationship with God, I stayed away from "sexual immorality." In fact, at this age I would pray for God's forgiveness after I masturbated. If there is a God, he probably didn't care. If he did create the earth, he also created the teenage years of a male to be the horniest years of his life.
The other reason I wasn't interested in Clarissa was because she called me cute. I didn't consider myself to be cute, no one had ever told me that, which is how I knew it was a red flag. I never really talked to her after the messages.
I sat by this kid Brad in biology class. Clarissa was in that class too. She turned in a paper, he leaned in next to me.
Brad: I would tap that ass. Would you tap that ass?
Me: No.
Brad: Why not?
Me: You gotta learn to respect girls Brad.
I had a high respect for girls, apart from anything biblical. I still do. I do not like seeing girls subjected to their appearances. That is essentially all Clarissa offered though, making a point of presenting herself in a suggestive manner. Most saw a girl who liked to fuck, openly invited it in fact. A body to use. I saw Clarissa. A young girl who may, or may not, have had something more to say. I wish I would have talked to her, a full conversation.
A lot of times sexual rumors circulate through the air and turn out to be completely false. This was not the case for Clarissa.
She sucked a lot of dicks.
She fucked a lot of guys.
She drank a bunch.
She smoked weed.
She dressed like a hooker.
She got Chlamydia.
She dropped out of my school.
I remember the day people were talking about it. She walked into biology, grabbed her things and left. Didn't pay any attention to the obvious looks given. I never saw her after that aside from her occasional Facebook picture post. She looked the same. The event didn't effect her. At least that's what her images seemed to convey. I originally wondered if she had more to say, and maybe she didn't. That way she presented herself was her. It was who she chose to be, what she enjoyed, and she was proud of it. The girl who was never seen without make-up. The girl who didn't belong but was always welcomed. The girl who did what she wanted and had a good time doing it.
She liked to suck a lot of dicks.
She liked to fuck a lot of guys.
She liked to drink a bunch.
She liked to smoke weed.
She chose to dress like a hooker.
She accidentally got Chlamydia.
She enrolled in a new school and got a fresh start.
She wasn't a slut. She was someone who did what she wanted at all times, which is more than most people would do. Clarissa was courageous. Clarissa was brave. Clarissa was herself.
Thank you Clarissa.
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