There’s a crucial difference between a straight slut and a queer slut, and it’s the shame factor. But it’s not shame in the way you might think.
Presumably, queer women who are cool with calling themselves a “slut” base their queer-sluthood on number of partners -– such is the case in Jaclyn Friedman’s recent heat-scoring piece “My Sluthood, Myself,” in which Friedman assesses her straight-slutting on the same terms she does her casual sex with women -– in her estimation, it all adds up to one big slutty statistic. But I’d argue that when it comes to gauging one’s overall sluttiness, volume of sex is secondary to what those partners are packing.
The issue isn’t one of moralistic shading; I’m all about pussy in the same way I’m all about dick, albeit in different amounts, and as a non-idiot I’d never suggest that a girl who goes both ways should grow up and “choose already.” What I will suggest is that this thing of “slut” — so easy now to take on and cast ourselves as, to very simply describe the activity of a lot of fucking — be reconsidered or clarified, because “slut” doesn’t exist as an idea without its association with shame. This is why there’s no original analog for a “male slut,” why we have to dredge up horrible jargon like “himbo” and “man-whore.” These all provocative-on-purpose jokes cannot be taken as seriously as to call a woman a “slut.” They’re less sincere, more ironic, somewhere along the lines of Megan Fox saying, “Suck my dick.” (And we only say that because there’s no good way for women to casually communicate their own aggression without bringing male genitals into it. But that’s another discussion).
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