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Government of one-time.

Excluding the unfortunate soul I lost my virginity to in the first place, I can honestly say that I have never had sex with any one person more than once. I suppose to some that would make it seem like I am promiscuous. The phrase 'tantric whore' is the one my cousin used to describe me once, actually. It could be assumed that I just have sex with a bunch of people. Only once. Numbers start stacking after a while, I would imagine.
Maybe someone who only has sex with a person once, but has somehow had sex upwards of fifty times in a year would be given the title of whore. I'm certain that if a girl has sex with four men in a month people go around whispering behind her back. That's at least a man per week. But truth be told, this could also mean that I don't have that much sex.

What happens if I don't have sex with everyone with a warm body that I come across? Once doesn't seem so bad if it's only something that comes around every time the moon turns green. Every couple of weeks, months, years. [I'm never letting it get that far. Years is egregious!] As of now it's been at least 4 months since I've gotten horizontal with anyone, and I don't feel that bad about it. For some reason after I have sex with someone, after they roll over and go to sleep, after they get in their car and drive away, after they give me that last peck on the cheek before wandering away from me, I feel so hollow.

Is it the fact that I only get jiggy with men who are known for being scandalous? There can be absolutely nothing wrong with these people. For all anyone else knows, they could be the next Mahatma.They just so happen to have sex with slew upon slew of women. I just want to point out that these people never get called whores. They're adventurers. Like Finn the Dog and Jake the Human. Slay the dragon, get the girl, right? These are the men I should probably avoid in the future. I never did like the feeling of being a notch on someones belt.

Or maybe they're a notch on mine. My rather short, incomplete belt made entirely of cowhide. I wrangled, branded, and murdered the cows myself. I don't think I like that feeling either, actually. I don't think there is really a good way to go about being a whore or being with a whore. It's just entirely too hard for me to relate to another person in a sexual way without feeling discarded afterward. Even if I am the one doing the discarding.

Perhaps, if I try to look at my sexual experiences as a Money-Back-Guarantee type of situation, I'll feel less bad about it. If I don't like the product, I return it for a full refund. I don't really know what the payment for the product is however, or what it is I get back as a refund. Self-actualization definitely isn't the prize.

It could be a Fall-Off-The-Horse and try again experience. I lose my grip on one pony and I climb onto the back of another and see if I fall off again. I think I'm understanding this phrase wrong, actually.

Maybe I am just a 'tantric whore' as the Wicked Bitch of the UK says, and maybe she's wrong. It's not up to you to decide.

I am not a democracy.
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