FFS, get to know me!

I feel like I’ve definitely been making use of my days off, although I may not feel like it right now as I just woke up and feel like  the laziest sloth ever.

Yesterday I caught up with my best friend, whom I hadn’t seen in a little while now, so it was good to hang out with him in the city.  We pretty much just ate and chatted a lot.  He seems pretty keen on this guy at the moment and had a date with him after catching up with me.  I did find it amusing that when he was out, a group of queens were talking about me and how I’m a slut.  It always amazes me how I somehow come up in other people’s conversations.  I’m really not that interesting people!!  And you’re clearly just jealous.  The only people who call people sluts are the people who are bitter about not getting any.  That’s how I’ve always seen it and it couldn’t be more true.  I guess the main thing that annoys me is not the fact that people I don’t even know are spreading rumours that I’m a slut, but moreso that these exact people never have the guts to actually come up and say "Hi" to my face.  Oh wait, they’d better not – I might try to fuck them.

Geesh.

So, let them think what they wanna think.  Once you have a label you can’t really change the mind of those who hear it through the grapevine.  If you don’t wanna get to know me nor anything to do with my personality, then quite frankly, I don’t wanna know you.  So, in saying that, I feel I’ve always had a fairly good judgement of the types of people I wanna hang out with, and that tells me that there’s a perfectly good reason as to why I’ve never had an actual word-to-word conversation with these people. 

Rather than ever getting to know me and having a laugh with me, any chance of any type of relationship is ceased immediately when the only stubborn thought about someone (who COULD be the coolest person you’ve ever met), is stuck at "Oh, she/he’s a slut."

And you know what’s worse?  These people will never change.  They’ll be the same bitches in ten to twenty years time, sitting at one of the elevated tables wearing their Gucci sunnies inside the club, looking down on guys who walk into the club wearing an outfit bought from Target.  ERGH *throws up* Fuck off.

I have a pretty good friendship quadrangle I’d have to say.  I use that term because of the different branches of friendship I have with my friends, whom don’t all know each other, although many do.  There’s my friendships with gay guys, my friendships with straight guys and my friendship with straight girls, that are all completely different.  I think I only have the one lesbian friend.  Yet, my real friends don’t judge what I do.  My bestie told me that he told this group of guys that I’m not a slut, but I do like to have fun.  I think that’s an adequate description of me.  I mean, when I hear the word ‘Slut", there’s a few people who come to mind lol, but it’s not in a bitchy way – they just have a ‘LOT’ more sex than I do, and I’m talking like more than two guys every day haha.  That’s hardly me.  I’ll go weeks without even wanting anything sexual with another guy.  Then there’s weeks where I will.  I think that’s evident for those who have been reading my diary over a long time.  When I haven’t had a boyfriend in a few years now, it makes sense that casual sex is usually a part of the single lifestyle.  And you know what?  I’ve met some pretty cool guys in the consensual art of sex.

I feel like whilst writing this that I’m not defending myself.  Then I feel like I shouldn’t have to justify myself to a group of people who I don’t even know, so then that means I am.  It’s so STUPID!  Can people ever mind their own business?  Go get laid bitches.

I think that’s all I wanted to say.