I think I was probably 21 when I decided my own personal definition of a slut. (I know this is crazy but bear with me.)
I decided that if the number of years I have been having sex equals the number of partners I’ve had, I can’t be a slut. Back then, I had a lot of leeway. I had been dating the same man that I had lost my virginity to and my numbers left a lot of room for experimenting. I have been fighting “sluthood” ever since. When I broke up with that man and tasted the cultures of the world, things got a little more tight.
Somewhere along the way, this fear of being a slut has sunk in. As the years click by, I celebrate my chance for one more steamy hookup and wonder who the hell thought of such an arbitrary system.