Author: theharlot2013

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Instant Love

Love is not instant coffee. You cannot add hot water, stir and drink it up. Love takes time like wine. It must be harvested and bottled with care. The best vintage takes time to age and will get better with time. When you sip the wine of real love, it will warm your tongue and be smooth to swallow, filling you with warmth and making you want another sip.
The Harlot

Are They Ashamed?

I woke up crying for my parents, wondering if they are ashamed of the woman I am. Is my life so shameful that their spirits turn away from me? Is my sexuality too much for their souls to bear? Do they wish they had more time on this earth to help make me a better person?
I pray that they see they taught me well. That even though my path is different, it is very much the same. That their lessons on tolerance, acceptance and giving did not fall on deaf ears. That my life choices are based on the boldness of thought they instilled in me. That my love nature is just an evolution of the love they gave so willingly to all that needed it.
It has been decades since I heard their voices, looked in their eyes, hugged them close. All I have are my memories and the whisperings in my head. The dreams they invade in the midnight hour.

Whore, Slut, Tramp

Harlot, whore, slut, tramp, thot each of these words are to personify a woman’s sexuality and perpetuate the double standard that says a woman is not allowed the same sexuality of a man. It is a way of shaming our natural desires. It makes women hide and be ashamed when they give into their desires. It is the reason for decades I hid in the shadows for fear the people around me would know who I really was. It was the reason that when I wrote The Harlot Speaks I was shaking and scared. It is the whispers of women to me frightened of the orgasm that they have never experienced or shared.
My use of the name Harlot is the ancient meaning, the true definition. A Harlot was a temple priestess of sexuality. During the time when women were revered for the sacred sexuality they practiced. Harlots taught and helped people live richer fuller lives.
There is no place for the whore mentality towards women in my presence. Our sexuality will not be demeaned. We give oral. We share our wetness. We moan in bliss. We are ready to celebrate our sexuality and we will not go back to the whore slut that has hurt our souls any longer.

The Face of Abuse

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Recently a man tried to break me, to abuse me. It was insidious. He used the sly tactics of words and guilt to try and break my spirit. I fought him because I am strong and could see the signs. His words and demands only made me fight harder because I will not be broken. However he was smarter than I gave him credit for and found my weakness, children. He used his child as a weapon, guilting me into coming around due to my nature wanting to help a child. His inability to break me frustrated him and things escalated. He became physical but never hit me, trying to prevent any evidence of what he was doing. He pushed me. I pushed back. He grabbed me. I fought. He threatened me. I never backed down. When I began to break free from his madness he would use his child and I would cave to save her. I saw the madness in his eyes and thought I could control it, manage it. Keep him at a distance. Make him see that I didn’t want him and move on but he didn’t. Chasing me in his car. Beating on my door. Showing up at friend’s homes. I was embarrassed and ashamed. How could I be dealing with this? Me. I am strong, smart and in control. However there were moments when I feared for my life and other times I thought I would have to take his. It took 2 long years and an order of protection to finally get rid of him.
I was never in love with him. I never saw my life with him. He was no one special but this man held me hostage and if I had been weaker this story would be different.
So before you condemn a woman for staying, for taking that hit. Be aware abuse begins with words and ends with a fist. By the time she is hit, he has already broken her.

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