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LIPS AppState: Expressions of Female Sexuality proudly presents the second issue of our zinel With chapters at William & Mary,

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Richmond, LIPS seeks to provide an alternative to the commodification and restriction of female sexuaJity pervasive in corporate women's magazine and mass media. Our weekly meetings provide an open and accepting space for people to express and discuss sexuality. The club this semester has been featured and referenced on WASU 90.5, The Appalachian, glared at by many a student tour, and promptly refused business by Precision Printing of Boone. We proudly brought you the SlutWalk during the Spring of 2012 and are already preparing for another one in the Spring of 2013. This issue is devoted to the deconstruction and discussion of the Prude/Slut Dichotomy. We seek to combat the idea that a woman's sexuality is defined in two very limiting and oppressive categories. This binary is socially constructed, we want to provide people with a space to talk about their views on this and how they choose to identify. This zine engages the discussion with humor, wit, stories, art, and illustrations. Hold on to your butts and enjoy the zine.

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The one commonality I can find between the polarities of "prude" and "slut" is shame. Shame

is a powerful tool of control. The internalized judgments we are trained to place on ourselves hold much more weight than institutionalized restrictions. Shame is what makes someone crv over the lost phantom of th.!ir virginity or what makes someone hide from their friends that that v-card is still intact. Shame binds us to predetermined forms of sexual expression. It makes the lesbian pray to be straight and the closeted gay man lash out at the openly gay man. Shame divides us and turns us against each other. It fosters hate and violence and pain. It morphs women into objects and makes excuses for rape. Shame boxes us in, and when we step out of line, smacks us in the face. It glorifies male conquest, while turning women into whores. Shame forces us to hi dO our true beautifully sexual selves. So we cry, "Death to shame I" . Down with dichotomies that seek to restrain us. Destruction to the sexual status quo.

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I'm very , very lucky in that I was raised by a mother who was super sex-positive and accepting. I've never felt a lot of shame about any of this. I've never thought of myself as less pure because of how I've with. most people didn't have as casual as a relationship with this krnd of mtrmacy as I drd, but rt literally never occurred to me to make a character judgement based on whether or not wanted to sex. with me If I liked someone and they want to have sex with me, great! If they don t, great! We can JUSt go to Starbucks and talk about books instead. No big deal. Then, a few months ago, something weird happened: my slutty queermo self met a straight Christian boy who was saving himself for marriage and accidentally fell in love with him. We'd been in the same circle of friends for a while, and I thought he. was cute, but 1 didn't know him very well. one night I went homtf\vith him from a party, and he explained that he was a virgin , and was wartmg to have sex, and so we kissed for a while and fell asleep. I left his house the next morning already completely smitten. He was sweet and nerdy and had this fantastic smile. 1knew we were different: but that kind of my favorite part. He understood the world so differently than 1did, and I was exerted at a glimpse from a new perspective. We hung out a lot after that over the next 2 months. We never had penetrative sex (the only thing that qualified as sex by his definition) but our relationship was definitely sexual. After a while though I started leaving our dates feeling kind of confused and sad. I liked him so much, but I started feeling like he thought of me as more of a body than a person.

rrnally I confronted him about this.He said he didn't want to date me, because he thought I was damaged, and had been mistreated by boys in the past, but that he wasn't the one who could "save" me. He said that he takes things slowly with girls he intended to date, and even though he was attracted to me and we could talk for hours, he never thought of me as someone he could be in a real relationship with. I left his house right then and we haven't hung out since. I wasn't angry, so much as confused and hurt. It was one of the first times I felt shamed for being mvself. There iS nothlng wrong with not having sex, but there is nothing wrong with having sex either. There is this insidious idea patriarchy has instilled in us: If you are a woman, how much sex you have defines you. The slut is the girl you fuck at 2 am, the "pure" girl is the one that you marry. And the two parties are mutually exclusive. __.., ..u 0 7 T o define people based on the number of sexual partners they have had is to do you and that person a great disservice. To believe in the virgin/whore dichotomy is to imagine people as much less complex as they actually are. It means you will miss out on those you could fall in love with. it means you will assume the only reason a girl would have a lot of sex is because she is damaged in some way, but I guarantee that the number of sexual partners has someone has had will never tell you anything about their self-respect, their morality, . r their personal history outside of sex. It only tells you how many o ..., 0 . sexual partners they've had. -Clementine von Radics

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And then after me being passive aggressive and sitting in my own little chair up in a blanket and just not talking I moved to my couch and started making out again and getting awkwardly tangled up on the couch. While getting naked, I lound a stick and poke Green oay tattoo. I laughed a bit too loud at that. It might have been the greatest I have ever received, but then I realized I was out ol condoms (which is something you lorget when you have a really long dry spelL) After searching lor a long tome lor a condom and finding a shitty ass ribbed condom hidden away in a bag. And only one. 1 bled because ol saod dry spell, but other than that it was pretty great and it was definitely the weirdest transotoon !rom sex inside monogamous relationships to sex with complete strangers.



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It just seems l !ike a lot of hullaballoo for something that's not even a real thing. The concept of virginity is just an idea that made me believe that a membrane was some precious gift to be unwrapped on a bed of roses by the guy . I was goi.ng to marry. And I didn't ask for that. why ca,n' t I want to get laid without the implication that I'm going to become a less valuable person afterwards?


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When I was 16, I fell in love. S-L-U-T. You're making me scared to touch him. I don't want it to be true.


When I was 17, I failed at being alone. S-L-U-T. Yeah , I shouldn't go back, but stop saying that. I'm just really, really lonely. When I was 18, I held out.

I can't win .

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Participating in Slut Walks and speaking out against slut-shaming is about much more to me than just-taking back the word "slut". It's more to me thah refusing to let the patriarchy decide what's decent for me to wear. It's more to me than pissing off my parents or offending people who do not understand. This is the future of feminism. This raw energy and unwillingness to back down is to me the indication that feminism is not
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justa subject for the history books. It is here, it is now, it is in your face. Slutwalk and slut-shaming was at one time a concentrated movement and idea, a small instance in a city far far away. Yet, 'the to the ""dcmgers of continuing to let the patriarchy dominate and maKe our decisions and eradicate our rights wlth ' emerge. we have helped a of And feminism is not just a set of problems anymore. From the very core of our . : . . . . . hanisms that hold it together, patnarchy rules as K1ng . 1mec society to the


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Is kissing sex?

- Yes, Momma said. Can I keep asking questions? ., No, Momma said. Have sex, lose your life. That's what my Momma always said. You can imagine my shame when I had sex. I kissed a boy on the lips

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Caught between love and fifteen years old, I find out what sex really is.

I've kissed and sexed and lost my life more times than I'm willing to say. Don't tell Momma, you can imagine my shame. That's not what Momma .said.


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How Being a Virgin Has Fucked Me By: Natalie Renae Pierzga If you ask around, there are a lot of people out there who will tell you that holding out to have sex with someone for the first time is a good thing. "Wait until you're in love." "Wait until you're married." "Just wait."

I used to think the sa.rlie. That is, until I got to college. Being a virgin in high school was easy because no one wanted to have sex with me. It was just as well, really, because I was terrified of my own body, and the thought of someone else's almost sent me into an actual panic attack.

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Everything stops. "I don't want to be this person for you." "I don't want to hurt you." "I don't want anything serious." "You don't want me to be your first."

"Youdon'twantthis." Oh, really? I don't want this? Fuck you. . Like hell you know what I want. Stop acting like I've got a heart and a vagina made of gold, and that the second you touch me, I'm going to a. fall in love with you, or b. break into a million pieces. Give me some credit.

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