In college, when you’re living 40 people to a house and 20 to a floor, you’re bound to hear someone having sex at least once. It happens. That’s what the library is for. One time, I had the pleasure of being on the other side of the wall, listening in instead of getting in on the action. She was really feeling it, and I could tell.
My roommate wasn’t pleased. We wanted to see who was having all the fun.
The next day, she came in excitedly. “I just saw her—the girl,” she gabbed. “You know, I thought she would have looked a whole lot sluttier. But she was just plain.”
Whoa there. So now any woman who enjoys sex becomes a slut? I thought we were working through the Madonna/whore complex. I thought wrong.
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