This collection of experiences, shared by people of all genders and backgrounds from all over the world, demonstrates how the issues of sexual assault, harassment, and "slut" shaming affect many of our lives in deep, often dangerous ways. Use these stories to expand your understanding and share them with anyone in your life who could benefit from this insight. Reproduction in whole or in part is prohibited without consent.
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I was in the 9th grade when I was labelled a slut. I had had boyfriends before the 9th grade, but hadn’t had much of any sexual experience. Then one night, my ‘best friend’ got me drunk, pushed a condom into my hand, pushed me into a bedroom with the boy that I was dating, and told him to be gentle with me. I barely remember the night, but the next day at school, my ‘best friend’ told everyone how much of a slut I was. She later said she just didn’t want to be the only school slut anymore.
"It was a long time ago - 1972 to be exact. I was a freshman in high school, at my first house party when the parents were not home. I had had one drink (with almost no experience drinking) and was sitting in the kitchen talking with some guys, guys I thought of as friends. The subject of sex came up and I (stupidly) made the observation, based on ZERO experience, that it sounded pretty awesome. From that moment on I was a slut; and that moniker followed me throughout high school. It was a long, painful four years. My first name starts with an S so I was “S*** Slut” all thought high school. It was devastating, and surreal that I had gone to being someone who was terrified at the prospect of kissing someone to being a whore.
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