Antikythera


B1

Caz renamed me several times while we were dating. The first name was Princess. I liked it a lot, but it didn’t stick. There were a couple others they liked much more.

They once branded the word SLUT across my chest in hickies. The bruises only lasted a couple of days, but the name stuck as fast as if the word had been burned into my skin. It became their pet name for me, the way babe or honey was for other couples. Everyone else started saying it too. Devon called me slut. Alan called me slut. Sacha called me slut. Nicholas called me slut. Joslin called me slut. Audrey called me slut. Juliana called me slut. Walter called me slut. Evan called me slut. Han called me slut. Elena called me slut. Yasmine called me slut. Oliver called me slut. Ethan called me slut. Ari called me slut. Ashley called me slut. It was my name. Whore was also very popular. Some people just said “woman” with the same voice.

 

8:26 pm

why am i a slut? ><

…I’m not sure.
I decided it at some point.
And now it’s true!

 

More people felt comfortable touching me after my name had changed. Now that I was Slut, my body was not just mine anymore. It was a joke anyone could take part in. Slut was a name that assured everyone around me that I had no reason to stop them from touching me. After all, everyone else was doing it.

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