"Do you notice a theme with a lot of the female costumes here?" he asked about an hour into the party.
"You mean the fact that everything has a slutty twist?" I replied. "Slutty vampire, slutty cat, slutty Wonder Woman, slutty witch, slutty giraffe–"
"Where's the slutty giraffe?"
I pointed out the group with the African Safari theme, and we both sat quietly for a moment and pondered the idea of a slutty giraffe.
"Is it more politically correct to say sexy instead of slutty?" I asked.
"When did you start caring what's politically correct?"
"Good point," I agreed. "For the record, I don't see slutty as a derogatory term. In the right context, I see it as synonymous with sexually empowered."
|A moderately slutty ninja, and Dexter the serial killer.|
"I think it's sad," I said.
My gentleman friend shot me a startled look. "How is it sad?"
"Women should be proud to be slutty all year-round," I said. "Not just Halloween."
"I think I saw that on a Hallmark card."
"It's true," I said. "I write romantic comedy, so it's not like I set out to deliver some big moral message with my writing. But if there's one soapbox issue I feel passionate about, it's that women shouldn't be afraid to be open about sex. To be able to approach it with enthusiasm and pride and a whole lot of humor."
Awhile back, someone asked me if there's any subject or theme I'd never write about in one of my books. Though I never like to say never, I don't believe I could write a romance novel with a sexually naive heroine who magically discovers her inner slut under the careful tutelage of the wise and experienced hero.
It's a theme I've read many times in romance, and I always have trouble wrapping my brain around it. I don't deny there are plenty of women – and men, too, for that matter – who are raised to feel shameful or embarrassed about their sexuality.
I can't relate.
In the little utopia that exists in the back of my romance author brain, there's a world where people of all ages and genders are comfortable with their bodies and all the magical things they can do. A world where everyone can embrace their inner slut 365 days a year.
Admittedly, that's not as inspiring as Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" speech, but I'll take it.
How do you plan to celebrate your slutty self this holiday season? Please share! And please let me know if you find that phrase on a Hallmark card. I'd like to buy a case full.