Label Whore…oops, I mean slut!

eyesPoly woman, Black woman, Working mother, waitress in the sky (instead of flight attendant,) cake queen (instead of baker,) sign lady (instead of sign language interpreter,) part-time girlfriend, loyal wife, and to some…a whore (although if you know how to use a dictionary, slut would be more appropriate.) All of these seemingly constraining labels, some negative some positive, with the exception of whore- I prefer slut- are that which describe me. I wear them with pride, like a red badge of courage on my chest. Some could argue that women have fought long and hard to shed these labels; and for me to embrace them would diminish the struggle for gender and sexual equality.

I, however, disagree. Call me a “Poly” “Black” “Slut” any day.

Call me “Poly” because there are still so many people who don’t know that this love style is even an option for them. If I can somehow liberate someone from the idea that love has restrictions and parameters and blueprints and schematics, that its a written contract with laws and bi-laws and legalese, so be it.images (97) If I can help them see that love truly is exquisite when done freely- unaffected by the biases of others- even if monogamy is your choice, and not to be dragged around like a ball and chain. If this evocative label “Poly” causes people to finally look inward and confront the fact that they themselves secretly yearn for freedom in one way or another, then I’ll wear it for them until they are brave enough to liberate themselves.

Call me “Black” because I am proud of the images that hearing that label conjures up. While I agree with Dr. John Henrik Clarke that being African American acknowledges that we have a noble past prior to slavery, there is just something about being Black that just feels so powerful to me. Thinking about being the first generation outside of Jim Crow and fire hoses, living a comfortable life due to the strength of my afro wearing, fist pumping parents, makes me walk a little taller and conduct myself as someone who appreciates their opposition to their oppressors. Yeah…call me Blackblack woman
african womanThen they label me a sin. When a brother just speaks what’s within
I guess I’m blacker than the shadow in the darkest alley
That they’re always scared to go in, boo!- X Clan (a rap group made famous in the 90′s)

Call me a “Slut” if that’s what you call someone who owns their sexuality. As long as men can flaunt their conquests and sexual prowess, damn it, so can I. I walk with my head held high and my chest pushed out just like they do. I’m “just having fun” the same as they are. I have wants needs and desires that need to be fulfilled as much, if not more than any man. Why on earth would I pretend that I don’t?! It is simply not logical that I would deprive myself of sexual satisfaction because men such as Charles Darwin theorized my evolutionary need as that of only procreation, and society thus embraced it, done for any other reason, as improper. Fuck that!…I mean me…if I so desire.amerie01-1

Most labels are merely adjectives that assist people in compartmentalizing the information that they are hearing. The labels that I have embraced for myself are boxes in which I fit rather comfortably. Poly woman, black woman, working mother, waitress in the sky, cake queen, sign lady, part-time girlfriend, loyal wife, and to some…a whore (although if you know how to use a dictionary, slut would be more appropriate.)

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