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I haven’t ranted in a while. I couldn’t find anything to rant about (imagine that) but alas, school has started again, AKA the one thing that consistently itches my irritation bone. I’ve been back for two days and I already have several things to bitch, whine, and complain about.

Today’s subject, however, is “sluts.” Such a nasty word. According to the dictionary and modern slang, a slut is someone who is sexually promiscuous, and if those words hurt your brain: they like to “sleep around.” I’m guilty, just like the rest of the teenage population, of using this word. But I don’t anymore, and here is why.

Take me, for example. I love to have sex. If I had someone to have sex with, I would probably have sex all the time. But because I don’t talk about it a lot, my peers think (or so I assume) it’s acceptable. I have never been called a slut in my life (by someone who wasn’t anonymous on the internet, anyway) and I don’t think I ever will..hopefully.

Now, let’s talk about a girl I share one of my classes with. She’s the same age as I am, and from what I hear (which I cannot confirm nor deny) and what she tells me, she likes to have sex. She has someone to have sex with, so she has it all the time. But wait…all of the sudden, it has become a huge fucking deal because rather than being more like me and keeping to herself, she talks about it. People start to call her a slut, a whore, and pretty much any other derogatory name just because she likes to have sex…just like the rest of us. 

So tell me, my peers, when did having sex and liking it become such a bad thing? When did it become acceptable to ridicule someone because they like to fuck? 

Newsflash: it’s not acceptable. Sex is normal, adolescent behavior that I’m completely positive more than 75% of my school engages in. If you’re calling a girl (or a boy) a slut, you’re actually sexually harrassing them. 

To be honest, I don’t believe that girls call other girls (I use the term “girls” loosely because this does not change for the male dynamic) sluts because they actually think she’s a “slut.” I think they call her that because they’re insecure about themselves and they’re jealous. 

“She’s having sex with the guy I want to be having sex with. No fair. I’m going to call her a slut, even though if I were with him, I would be doing the exact same thing she is!”

So, good for you, fellow students of Centennial. Congratulations on your dumb-assery.

This is not my main blog. This is a blog I made so I can talk horribly about the people who deserve to be talked horribly about. 

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I don’t think this post is going to be very long, because it’s impossible for me to find the right words to summarize how I feel about these jackasses, so I’m going to keep it simple. 

To you…if you’re going to be a bitch to someone just to be a bitch, you should be slapped in the face with a bag of dicks. I cannot believe you think it is acceptable to be so inconsiderate and rude towards somebody just because you feel like it. You have the manners of a ten year old. And that shit is not cute, I promise you. You can kindly go fuck yourself.

To you, sir, I can’t believe you put up this false facade of being the nicest guy in the world, when in all actuality, you’re a huge fucking asshole. I hope that star quality about you shines through one day, and everybody realizes how much of a dick you are. Then maybe someone will shove something sand papery up your nose. You can kindly go fuck yourself. 

There is nothing wrong with being opinionated, I am one opinionated mother fucker, but there is a problem when you have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about more than half of the time. 

About half of my Government class think that they know absolutely everything there is to know about government and politics, but in all actuality, they’re caught up in their holier-than-thou attitudes. They think because they’re on varsity sports teams and they drive nice cars, their opinions are automatically better than everyone else’s. 

I don’t drive a nice car, and I don’t even play school sports, but I can almost guarantee that I at least have some clue what I’m saying when it comes out of my trap. I also like to raise my hand before I speak, rather than shouting it across the room and irritating the living hell out of my teacher. 

I’m not going to get into too much detail, but all I have to say is: shut the fuck up. Stop regurgitating everything your religious parents say to our completely non-religious government teacher. Nobody gives a fuck. 

• A can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
• A hockey puck. 
• One of the many deer heads I’m sure he has hanging on his walls.
• A copy of our Constitution.

For the majority of my very short life, I have lived in peace with others. I was unusually shy in elementary school, but I had friends and people weren’t necessarily mean to me. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t fucked up in some strange way, but still. 

I made my way into middle school and then I figured out I was gay. Rough life, right? It took me a while to accept it, but I finally did and I felt alright. My parents slowly accepted it and so did my close friends. Nobody really cared.

Then I had to start high school, and literally everything went to shit. People called me names (dyke was their favorite) and talked about me behind my back and some people even thought it was okay to talk poorly about gay people if they weren’t talking about me specifically. 

What really pisses me off, more than the fact that I was teased, is that those people that made fun of me are now anti-bullying advocates. Mostly because of a presentation they put on at my school (which wasn’t really accurate at all). The only thing I gathered from that assembly that was true is that if you aren’t fixing the problem, you aren’t doing anything to help. 

I’m not saying that its shitty these people turned themselves into better people, I’m just saying: why did you have to watch a presentation to change yourself? Why couldn’t you see what you were doing first hand, and change? Regardless, I’m still glad people have pulled their air-filled heads out of their asses and seen some sort of light. 

I have spent countless nights crying myself to sleep, cutting myself, starving myself, and even contemplating suicide. Twice. That is on you, people who have teased me. My life was on the line two times because of you. I almost had to go to the hospital for blood loss because of you. 

I’m definitely not the nicest person in the world, but why would I be? People I don’t even know make fun of me because of how I look, so how can anybody expect me to respect people who have probably talked about me in a not-so-positive way before? Yet I still do it. I’ll hold the door open for someone who gives me dirty looks. 

As for the people who are still bullies? I almost feel worse for you than I do for your victims. You must live a pathetically sad and lonely life. Karma will get you, though, that I’m sure of. 

I have one last thing to say to you new anti-bullying advocates: trying to prevent the problem from happening any further isn’t enough. I’m almost positive that all of the people you’ve verbally abused are sitting at home, furious with you because you haven’t given them the one thing they want: an apology. Keep that in mind.