ur such a f*cking hoe

I love it.

And I do love it. I love being a hoe. Like love love it.

But I didn’t always.

Well I mean I did, then I didn’t, and I did, then I didn’t… You get the picture.

But I guess I want to talk about the way that I learnt to be a hoe, the way I was (and many young women are) socially conditioned to try to be sexy. Throughout social media, advertisements, magazines, and TV, we are told that being sexy sells. That being sexy is all a woman is worth. Sex education itself basically presumes that sex is only sex when it’s a penis inside a vagina, and that it’s only over once the guy finishes. Just going to take a minute to emphasize that sex educations says that apparently *sex only counts once the guy cums*.

We are never taught about female pleasure, or the fact that it was even possible for us to orgasm. Instead, we are positioned as either a means of reproduction, or a way for men to get off. That is what sex education tells us. Sex is for men, and women having sex should know how bad sex is and that sex will hurt, and you could get pregnant or an STI. That’s it, that’s the narrative. No discussion of foreplay, or non-heterosexual sex, no discussion on emotions or female pleasure.

And then we are thrown pictures of half-naked women plastered throughout our world as if being sexy for us is the new normal. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for female empowerment and nudity, but when it is arranged in a way that presents a woman’s body as the object of consumerism, at the hands of the male gaze, and with the intent to make other women feel less about themselves – then no I can’t get around that.

But even from the age of 14, I knew that if I wanted a guy’s attention, I had to be sexy to get it, I knew that sex sells. By the age of 14 I already knew what porn was and knew how (to some degree) perform it. Because that is what the media tells us at that age. Puberty is when we start shaving our legs, wearing make up for the first time, dressing more risqué, testing our boundaries and our limits. And if you’re anything like me, dressing downright skanky.

Again – I fucking loved it.