Welcome to the Angry Slut Chronicles!
I recently Moved to LA for college and a better life.
I’m an English major, shenanigan enthusiast, Panera waitress, feminist, and an Angry Slut.
To introduce myself, let me tell this small story.
I went on a date with a boy. I took him to the beach, mostly so I could show him my tits when they accidentally fell out of my swimsuit in the tumultuous sea ;). (Tits out on a first date= a good date in my opinion) And I was talking about consent, saying things like, “I would hella fuck you if I thought your dick was big enough.” and, “I’ll make the first move, if you give me your consent to touch you.” Because consent goes both ways.
This man was just bowled over by my directness. Intimidated even.
I believe direct communication is critical to consent. Intimidation does not matter to me as much as teaching men that women can be direct.
The next thing he said to me was, “I’ve never met a girl like you before. You’re so direct.” Maybe it’s just LA, and I’m from Northern California, and things are much different up there. Maybe he just doesn’t get out much.
Either way, I laughed out loud, with my legs wrapped around his waist in the surf, and said,
“You’ve never met an Angry Slut before?”
Angry Slut Chronicles 