Ladies, gentlemen: I am a slut.

No two ways around it: I like sex. I like sex with lots of different people. I like sex in lots of different ways. I like talking about sex. I like writing about sex. So I go out, and I hook up, and I do not always stick around to cuddle. This doesn’t mean that I’m all messed up inside, or that I need men’s approval (if you look at my “to do” list, you’ll see that “caring about men’s approval” is on the bottom, directly beneath “personally oversee the freezing-over of Hell”), or that I can’t be faithful or intimate when I fall in looooove.

It’s tough to define my motives for sleeping around, but, if I had to make a guess, I think it might have something to do with the fact that I have a huge freaking pleasure center in my crotch, and it feels good when people touch it. So yeah: I’m a slut. I call myself a slut. I let my friends call me a slut. I even let my dude call me a slut, although that happens exclusively in bed. (more…)

Combine hot girl with an incredible voice with an incredibly catchy dance beat and bi-curious fun on the dance floor and you get the makings of an unstoppable summer hit. Not to be confused with Jill Sobule’s 90s hit “I Kissed a Girl”, which was also of course, about hot girl on girl action. Whatever gets girls sucking more face is A-okay in my book.

I Kissed A Girl

Don’t worry – it’s way better than it sounds: