10 Ways to Tell if You're a Slut1. Are you a female? You must be female. Because if you're a man you wouldn't be asking if you were a whore. You'd be asking if you were a man-whore. It's very important you preface whore with 'man', otherwise someone might think you're an actual whore.10 Ways to Tell if You're a Slut by EvangeleneClaire
2. Do you have breasts? Well. I suppose not all women who have breasts are sluts. But chances are, if you have a rack and don't take every precaution to hide it, you are. Don't you know that men can't resist? It's your responsibility, little lady, you're asking for it.
3. Have you ever had premarital sex? Because the first step of skank-dom is impurity. Your virtue is not something to be thrown away, you must guard it against all men who wish to take it, otherwise you're a pathetic slag.
4. Have you ever masturbated? Only men masturbate. Women don't get those feelings, it's a disgusting thing to do to yourself. There's something wrong with you, you're a filthy hoe. Your body may only be enjoyed by your husband, you must never experiment
Strangeronce when i was youngerStranger by EvangeleneClaire
i danced with a busker at the markets
he was singing 'Accidentally in Love'
and i never saw him again
but sometimes i dream about him
because i think that's the most in love i've ever been
and when i hear the song
i think of my perfect stranger
and i smile
Timeshe brushed spider-web hair from her eyesTime by EvangeleneClaire
and realised she couldn't remember his voice
be betterhate is the only emotion peoplebe better by LailatAlQadr
take seriously anymore.
when she looks in the
mirror and is scared of everything
in that nakedness, with a faltering
glance behind; she feels society's
InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry forInertia by HoldTheNoise
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.
Lottie's songDog toes like ash budsLottie's song by 22thorn
On a winter twig in a wood.
She cries for the cat.