Whore - Fucked If I Am, Fucked If Im Not
by Missy


Throughout everything I have been through there have been a few constants. some things just never seem to go away and they become recurring occurrences throughout a lifetime.

Sometimes life seems incredibly joyful, and the only things I can see happening are good things, things that will make it nothing but better. But always, when this happens, it does not last. I soon slide into unhappiness, only to realise that happiness is but a fleeting illusion in my life, that no matter what happens, life and I will always suck.

Sometimes I yell at myself for being this way, thinking that I can change it. I am in love, why am I not happy? I have a promising future, why am I not happy? I have many people who care about me, why am I not happy? I have life and talent breathing within me, why am I not happy?

Sometimes I see the other side of the Abyss, and it makes me so afraid that I am content to stay here, in the darkness and amongst the pain.

Sometimes I look at myself and turn away in disgust, and wonder that others do not do the same.

Sometimes I wonder if the oppressors are right after all, if I'm not what I think I am at all, but rather, what they've always said I am.

But I do know these things:

Truth is not something that cannot be violated.

Freedom does not come with a lifetime guarantee.

Happiness is an emotion reserved for morons and small children - if they're lucky. Sometimes it hurts more to be called a whore than to be made one.

Being a whore is always easier than being a good girl, and I'm starting to look for an easy way around things.

Compassion, sensitivity, honesty and humour are not things that matter in what is often referred to as the Real World. All you need to survive in the Real World are to be female…so that you have something penetrable…and to be able to spread your legs. You don't even have to be willing…who cares about that…it's not like you have a choice anyway…all you'll ever be is meat, might as well make yourself choice meat while you're at it…

I'll sell myself to you

Make it worth my while

I'm not just open legs

And an inviting smile.


I'll sell myself to you

For hardly a cent

Don't worry yourself

About innocence spent.


I'll sell myself to you

So someone will have me

I can't stand myself

But at least you want me.


Now sell yourself to me,

Let me do some leering

Let me be the ravisher

I have what you're fearing.


So afraid of female sexuality that they have to brand it and us in any derogatory way that they can. Even if I'd consented - so what? So fucking what? Even if I'd wanted to fucking FUCK HIS BRAINS OUT FUCK HIM SENSELESS ON MY FRIEND'S FRONT LAWN AMONGST THE GRASS AND DEAD LEAVES AND TWIGS UNDER THAT TREE, why the fuck shouldn't I have? HEY, IF I WANNA LOSE MY VIRGINITY TO SOME REDNECK CREEP I HARDLY KNOW, WHY THE FUCK SHOULDN'T I????

WHORE IF YOU DO, FRIGID IF YOU DON'T.

WHORE IF YOU DON'T CONSENT, IF YOU DON'T WANT HIM, AND HE TAKES IT ALL ANYWAY TAKES YOUR BLOOD AND HAPPINESS AND FREEDOM AND INNOCENCE AWAY WITH THRUSTS OF SOME REVOLTING MEDIEVAL MONSTER THEN LATER THANKS YOU FOR LETTING HIM DO IT AS HE GROPES YOUR 15-YEAR-OLD TITS FOR THE 197TH TIME THAT NIGHT AND WALKS OFF INTO HISTORY TO BECOME SOMEONE YOU'LL ONLY EVER HEAR ABOUT WHEN HIS FRIENDS COME UP TO YOU AND CALL YOU A WHORE AND THE WHOLE OF THE SMALL, REDNECK, WHITE TRASH TOWN KNOWS WHAT YOU DID WITH SO-AND-SO, YOU FACELESS FUCKING SLUT. YEAH, GUYS AND GIRLS, HE WAS JUST ANOTHER FUCK FOR ME TO ADD TO MY COLLECTION, TO PUT ON MY RESUMÉ TO PROVE WHAT A FIRST-CLASS, GRADE-A WHORE I AM.

But what I wanna know is, WHY ISN'T HE THE ONE WHO'S THE WHORE? HE'S FUCKED/RAPED SO MANY OTHER GODDAMN GIRLS BESIDES ME, IS EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM A WHORE FOR FUCKING HIM DESPITE THE FACT THAT SHE MAY HAVE ONLY EVER HAD ONE GUY, WHILE HE'S HAD THE WHOLE TOWN?

And what I REALLY wanna know is, WHY IS IT THAT I BECOME THE SLUT/WHORE/BITCH JUST BECAUSE NO-ONE EVER TOLD HIM THAT IT ISN'T SEX IF SHE DOESN'T CONSENT……