 Delaine Moore   Two Men in One Weekend  Posted: 03/14/2012
10:19 am  Oh my God, I am so paranoid. I just can't seem to
escape it. Might as well go ahead and write on my tombstone:
Loving mom, dedicated friend,  But now that a few days had past
since last weekend's promiscuity, my mind was at war with itself
and my body. Why the heck did I call it "promiscuity" anyway? I
hated that word. It was so judgmental and, well, limiting. Why
couldn't I think of it as "sexual exploration"? Yes, that
sounded way more empowering.  Where had this shrill, paranoid
voice inside my head come from? Was it high school? Man, I
perseverate! I thought back 23 years to that crazy self-defining
time when I heard whispered rumors about "so and so" being a
slut. Talk was vicious and spread like wildfire. No one had a
clue how to keep a secret at that age, and once a girl was
labelled, she was marked for good.  High school may have acted
as a launch pad for my beliefs, but they were most certainly
reinforced and drilled home afterwar