I didn’t choose the slut life. The slut life chose me.

When you start your story with, “Every time I blow a strange man in a bar bathroom…” you kind of wonder if maybe you should set the standards a little higher.  But the way I see it is that, sure, I could give a guy my number and sit around waiting for him to maybe text me.  But if he doesn’t, I completely missed out on my opportunity to get that dick.  Whereas if I drag him into the bathroom and pull it right out, then I don’t have to worry that he’ll be one who got away.

I didn’t choose the slut life.  The slut life chose me.

I realize as I write this that I objectify these men.  That’s inherently anti-feminist, so I need to work on my viewpoint.  Maybe it’s just because I’m single again after a (mostly?) monogamous relationship, and I want to make up for lost time.  Relationships are the worst for me.  No matter how much I love someone, I just can’t handle having only one sexual partner.

This also brings me to a new money-making venture.  I’ve always been curious about escorting, but I’ve chickened out in the past.  Now I joined a sugar daddy dating website, and I’m going to start dating wealthy men for money and presents.  I haven’t been on any dates yet, but I plan to soon.  I’ll only go out with youngish, reasonably handsome men, though, because no amount of money in the world is worth having sex with someone I find gross looking.  I also think it’ll be interesting as a social experiment.  I plan to blog about my experiences, though I’ll obviously never post any identifying facts. I just think it could be interesting and insightful to others who’ve been curious about the lifestyle.

The other major change in my dating life is the revolutionary Tinder, which is a godsend during these brutal Midwestern winters. Since joining recently, I haven’t had to brave the harsh elements in order to venture out to some random bar in the hopes of meeting a decently attractive man. Instead, I’ve sat in the comfort of my home (or more likely, my work) and swiped my way through men until I found some I liked. A few messages later, I’ve got a new hottie balls deep.  And ideally, I’ve made a new friend.

Tonight, I’m skipping a show because I realized the guy I was planning on hitting on is wayyyyy too few degrees of separation from multiple other musicians I’ve slept with. While I love being a groupie, I’m trying to avoid the whole, “I slept with that chick Crystal, but who hasn’t?” situation. Do not want.

So yep. The sexcapades continue. I will keep the blogiverse informed of my experiences.

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4 thoughts on “I didn’t choose the slut life. The slut life chose me.

  1. crystalscrisis Post author

    Thanks for the compliments! I have no qualms about the fact that I enjoy sex with multiple, casual partners. I just don’t want to treat men like objects. I also don’t want to end up having a bad reputation in a small rock scene.

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