{"id":2523,"date":"2011-09-19T11:05:51","date_gmt":"2011-09-19T18:05:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=2523"},"modified":"2025-11-02T17:55:33","modified_gmt":"2025-11-03T00:55:33","slug":"uniqueness-or-longing-for-a-slut-sister","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/?p=2523","title":{"rendered":"Uniqueness… Or longing for a Hedonistic Sister"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>I’ve always known I was different from other people.\u00a0\u00a0 Not obviously so in any way.\u00a0 I wasn’t born with a missing or extra part (well, not unless you count my 3rd nipple hee hee).\u00a0 I also don’t seem to have any glaring mental disabilities.\u00a0 A touch of Asperger’s, a dash of Narcissism perhaps.. but nothing excessively obvious.\u00a0 Just enough to put me into an “Odd Man Out” category.<\/p>\n

And I was okay with that.\u00a0 Because it’s all I’ve known.\u00a0 It was, honestly,\u00a0 just me.\u00a0 And I liked me.\u00a0 I liked me so much I was also okay with being alone.. in my head.. playing with my imagination.\u00a0 I distinctly remember making the effort to play with friends in elementary school.\u00a0 I seem to change “best friends” a lot through the years, going through almost every girl in my class.\u00a0 Which wasn’t as many as you think.<\/p>\n

(Back then the number of kids in a school was so small you’d have one grade per year with about 20 kids it in.\u00a0 Nowadays you have four grades per year of 20 kids in it so every year they mix them & its a new group in your class.)<\/em><\/p>\n

Yet, I also remember playing alone in the field near the backstop imagining a story & acting it out.\u00a0 And be perfectly happy doing that day after day after day.\u00a0\u00a0 Friends were fun, but they weren’t the only fun.\u00a0\u00a0 (Amusingly, I watch all 3 of my kids do their own version\u00a0 of this very thing…\u00a0 Conor the most with his “Mom, I want my alone time” as he steps outside to run\/dance back and forth in the front yard making constant sound effects…. yea.\u00a0 The FRONT yard!)<\/em><\/p>\n

That has been my philosophy most of my life.\u00a0 I meet people and I’m myself and one of two things happens.\u00a0 Either they adore my uniqueness & humor OR they don’t understand me at all.\u00a0 I’m beyond their scope of normal\/acceptable\/knowable.\u00a0 I’m not very bothered by it.\u00a0 I treasure the ones who find me fun, entertaining & likable.\u00a0 I just shrug at those who don’t.\u00a0 It is literally their loss, because I believe I’m fun & Fate loves to use me to touch the lives of others.<\/p>\n

It only irks me ever so slightly, because THEY taught me that God made me.\u00a0 I’m sure he knew what he was doing. \ud83d\ude42\u00a0\u00a0 And I’ll not change myself just to suit other’s ideas of “correct” behavior.<\/p>\n

But sometimes I wish I could meet more people like me.\u00a0 More people who had similar philosophies, beliefs, choices in life.\u00a0 And it makes me realize completely the lure of religion.\u00a0 Hell, if there was a Slut Church… I’d not only join, I’d get Ordained!<\/p>\n

Its easy to find a similar connection with men, but oh so rare to find such a connection with women.\u00a0 I seem to baffle most women the same way men get baffled BY them.\u00a0 They cannot conceptualize being able to love someone & not want to marry them.\u00a0 Monogamy is such a part of their makeup they can accept, but not embrace, the poly-amorous.<\/p>\n

So there is this little part of me that wishes I could find a single or poly-amorously attached woman to be my Slut Sister.\u00a0\u00a0 Someone hedonistic like me to dish, gossip & play together with.\u00a0 But even most Sluts get attached, fall in love, step out of Slutdom & explore society’s normalcy standards.<\/p>\n

And I find myself standing alone, again, in the Slut Church, wishing for company.<\/p>\n

Of course, there are many strong arms around me, cuddling me, caressing & whispering in my hair just how much they adore my Uniqueness.<\/p>\n

So its not THAT bad! \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I’ve always known I was different from other people.\u00a0\u00a0 Not obviously so in any way.\u00a0 I wasn’t born with a missing or extra part (well, not unless you count my 3rd nipple hee hee).\u00a0 I also don’t seem to have … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2523","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-just-ramblings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2523","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2523"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2523\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3162,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2523\/revisions\/3162"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2523"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2523"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.heatherbarton.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2523"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}