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I am an autistic weirdo, and so I like to mentally sort my relationships with people into different categories. They are kind of fuzzy, but they go roughly like this:
Acquaintance: someone I know and will say hi to at social events. I’m probably friendly with them and have them on social networks, but don’t have their number and wouldn’t invite them to something I was organising. I normally won’t interact with them on social media beyond liking/occasionally comment if there’s been an explicit call for responses.
Standard friend: I have their number and will comment on their social media stuff just to make a joke. I will invite them to group events and go out of my way to talk to them at social events, but if I don’t see them for a while I probably won’t go out of my way to see them.
Close friend: all of the above, but I will make a special effort to see them and normally try to spend some one on one time with them. This is quite important because being one on one with someone can be quite scary for me, so I need to feel relatively close to someone to actively seek them out for one on one socialising.
Romantic partner: the same as close friend, except I will make even more of an effort to spend time with them one on one. I consider myself committed to them and will go far out of my way in order to see them. If we have an argument or disagreement, rather than just letting it stew, I will attempt to go back and actively fix it. We have some kind of sexual or kinky relationship.
Any of the above can be combined with some variety of sexual/kinky activity, though it isn’t necessary at all. The only exception is the romantic partner category – I wouldn’t feel like it was a proper relationship without that.
These are often fairly aspirational. Sometimes I know that, for instance, another person doesn’t view me as a standard friend but I would like them to be in that category so I treat them as if they are unless I get “go away” vibes. One to one time is obviously quite meaningful for me, but occasionally – especially in Nottingham – they aren’t a close friend but I hang out with them one on one anyway simply because I don’t know many mutual friends.
I have a crush on someone at the moment. (And no I won’t tell who, I’m busy being a fluttery 12 year old and writing my secrets in a diary with a voice-activated lock.) I mentioned this to my therapist because it was relevant to a bit of stress I was having at the time, and told her that I have crushes on people a lot. She asked if this comes with a lot of loss.
I gave her a confused look. No, no it doesn’t. And let me tell you why.
For me, a crush is something I have when I don’t actually know the person very well. It’s for when I’ve met them a few times and know I like them, but most of my interaction with them involves stalking their social media presence and thinking about them in aforementioned fluttery 12 year old manner. A crush is a thing I have when I know the person well enough to have an impression of them in my head, but not a true representation of them – the crush is never on them so much as on an idealisation of them that may or may not correlate to how they are in real life.
Crushes are fun, but they’re not real. They’re fundamentally based on ignorance. As such, when I get to know someone better, the crush fades. I can no longer idealise that person once I am intimately acquainted with their flaws and mistakes, and the crush turns into something less fluffy and more realistic. Normally, I discover that they aren’t as interesting as I thought they were and the crush fades into indifference. Other times, they are indeed intelligent and funny and interesting, and they turn into friends, maybe with benefits, maybe not. Almost all crushes take one of these two routes with time.
This is not a loss. It would be impossible and undesirable for every crush I’ve ever had to turn into a full on relationship. It is the way it has to be if I want to indulge in crushes. I guess I could refuse to have them, and as soon as I felt attracted to someone put distance between myself and them – stop talking to them in life, unfriend them on Facebook, but where’s the fun in that? I’d rather be happy and giggly over an idealisation that I know will fade, than spend my life trying to quash attraction.
The whole thing plays into my basic philosophy on relationships, which runs like this: if somebody is right for you now, go for it. Seek a loving, fulfilling, joyful relationship. But people change, circumstances change, and they may not be right for you forever. This is no tragedy – life is constant change, that’s what makes it exciting and exhilarating. Be happy that you found a relationship that was right for you at that moment in time, and try not to mourn its end too much: some things are temporary, but they are no less valuable for that.
There are two other options for crushes, of course. They turn out to be a dull person but excellent in bed, in which case we can become simple fuck buddies with no associated friendship. This is not my preferred option and I can only think of one, maybe two people who’ve fallen into this category. Or, of course, I could fall in love. This is not my preferred option either. Love takes a lot of energy and time. I already have two loves in my life, and I don’t think I have space for anymore. I consider myself polysaturated. If I fell in love with a third person, I don’t really know what I would do, but whatever it is it would be difficult, emotionally or logistically or both.
I spent most of the week starting the 14th April in my friend’s house with a bunch of kinky friends including the girlfriend, Pixie and Mimieux. I guess it was roughly a sex party because there was a lot of sex. The sexual mores were definitely very…liberal. People just got naked and did stuff at will regardless of who else was in the room and what else was going on. Which is just the way I like it.
ANYWAY so on the evening of the 17th my girlfriend, Pixie, and male friend R were starting up a threesome. I was on the other bed in the room checking Tumblr. And I live tweeted it. And now I’m collecting those tweets here. Because it’s hilarious. LET’S GO.
"Girlfriend, be more careful with R’s cock." (I’m not doing anything sexual. I’m Tumblring while the threesome happens on the other bed.)
”Urgh you just fingered me in the balls.” This is not a very well-coordinated threesome that I’m observing.
"Help me with this strap on." "You’ve got it 90 degrees wrong."
This was my girlfriend misunderstanding strap ons/misaiming fingers in both of the last two tweets. She then asked for some poppers…
"It’s not the person doing the shafting who’s meant to have the poppers."
"That’s not a condom that’s lube."
"This condom’s not big enough for my fake cock." "…You’ve got it inside out."
These last three are all to my girlfriend. Sex is awkward.
So directly after that long ramble about how there’s no such thing as being good in bed, I’m going to…tell you how to be good in bed. According to me. Yup. That makes sense.
Firstly, the only three things I can tell you about the actual physical act of sex.
That’s it. That’s all I know.
Secondly, the actually useful stuff.
Ditch your expectations and assumptions.
Everyone’s sexuality and sexual behaviour is different. Anything you’ve seen in porn, anything your friends have told you, anything you’ve experienced beforehand – forget it. This is a new person. They will behave differently. I cannot stress this enough. Whatever you were expecting, it’s wrong, so just ignore all of that and focus on interacting with the person in front of you.
Do not EVER shame your partner’s body.
So they’ve got a dodgy tattoo or a scar you weren’t expecting or a thousand different moles or whatever. So what. This is their body, it’s a part of them, and if you want to make sure they have a good time with you then you better not tell them that it’s wrong or bad, because their body is not wrong. It’s just them. You’re in bed with this person, there must be something about them you found attractive, and that comes packaged in with the rest of them too. If you really can’t cope for whatever reason, then firstly understand that it is not their fault for having a body, it is your personal preference. Then say something “I’m sorry, there’s nothing wrong with you but I find [physical feature xyz] kind of off-putting – it’s just me, there must be loads of people out there who like it but I’m not one of them, do you mind if we stop/carry on without touching that body part please?”.
Do not EVER shame your partner’s sexuality.
Pretty much the same as above. You picked this person. They are a full person, you can’t pick out the bits you fancy and only sleep with those. I absolutely encourage you to say no thank you to any sexual act they suggest that you don’t fancy, but don’t say it’s “weird” or “scary” or any variant on. If you must, say something like “I haven’t encountered that before” or “I’m a bit scared of that” (but not “it’s scary”, that implies an objective truth rather than a subjective experience), but it’s really better to just say no thanks and move on without any further commentary.
I would possibly make an exception for people who tell you they have fantasies about unethical acts such as paedophilia or bestiality, but even then, if it’s purely a fantasy rather than an intention, just before sexytimes is possibly not the best time to discuss it.
I got a text from my friend/occasional hook up partner Snuglomaniac today, who I hope is going to show up in this blog more. The text went like this:
“Random text! I was talking to [mutual friend I hooked up with recently] yesterday about your naked fun time. He wasn’t talking about specifics but said he felt so at ease around you, something that surprised him. I mentioned it was because you communicate well and he agreed completely, saying he felt he could achieve things with you he otherwise thought not possible. I mentioned how this communication has rubbed off on me, and thinking about it, my sexual confidence has grown magnitudes from my experiences with you. You mentioned there is no bad sex, just bad communication and this helped me a lot. I used to be scared of not ‘doing it right’ etc. I don’t think I would have had the confidence to fuck [mutual friend Snuglomaniac and I had a threesome with] yet alone [stranger to me that Snuglomaniac hooked up with on the same day as meeting] without the confidence that’s rubbed off from you onto me. Sooooo THANK YOU TANSY! *mega hugs*. You’ve been a critical aspect of my sexual development :)”
I want to tell the world about this! I am so overwhelmingly touched. Yeah, sometimes people try new things with me, big deal, I never thought that my general sexyfuntimes were influencing people like this, or even if they’re just influencing Snuglomaniac like this, seriously, this is a huge boost to my self-esteem. I must be doing something right here. Posts like this can’t be completely codswallop (I worry that they are and I’m misleading the woooorld, not that the world reads this blog). That’s it, my work here is done – I’ve had a positive influence on someone else’s life, they’re happier because of their interactions with me, I can now retire to a remote island and rest my vagina, happy in the knowledge that the world is a little bit better for having had me in it.
I am also going to give myself permission to think of myself as “good in bed”, although only while giggling and raising one eyebrow, because the whole concept is fucked. I hate the term and when people ask me if any of my partners were good in bed I just kind of shift awkwardly and say “hmm I don’t really like the term but I had a good time”. It’s a ridiculous concept, through and through, because sex is an interaction, an interaction with another human being, and it’ll be good if the way they want to have that interaction is compatible with the way you want to have that interaction.
For example. I would quite like to be able to say that I’m shit-hot in bed, based on texts like the above, but I’m really not. Or I really am. Maybe. Depending on who you are. And maybe your mood.
So let’s have some real talk.
And we’ll start off with this: you have never had sex with someone in which they gave full, enthusiastic, unqualified verbal consent to everything you did. Neither have I.
I have never had sex with a woman and asked, repeatedly: “can I touch your left breast? Can I touch your right breast? Can I touch your left nipple? Can I touch your right nipple?”. I just assume that if a woman is willing to sleep with me, they are okay with me touching their breasts and nipples. Equally, when I go down on a male, I assume that their consent to me sucking their penis extends to me licking their testicles. But I don’t extend that assumption to their anus. I don’t like rimming people to start with, but even if I did, I wouldn’t assume that someone being okay with me licking their dick/balls means they are also okay with me licking their arse. There is no particular reason for me assuming that if a woman wants to have sex with me she’s okay with me touching her nipples, I just assume it because it’s culturally normal – there is no particular reason for me assuming that a man who wants to have sex with me doesn’t want me touching his anal region, I just assume it because it’s culturally normal. Actually, I have slept with a couple of women who’ve asked for their nipples not to be touched, and also with a couple of men who have asked for their anus to be touched. So the assumptions “if a woman consents to sex she consents to having her nipples touched” and “if a man consents to sex he doesn’t consent to having his anus touched” are, in my experience, false.
What’s the point of this ramble? Firstly, assumptions of what’s consented to when someone consents to sex are dictated by sexual culture, which - much surprise very wow - doesn’t match up with what each individual wants. Secondly, when I have sex with someone, I make assumptions about what they want and do not get consent for each individual act – and I bet you do that too.
More to the point, it’s functionally impossible to do this. Imagine if you genuinely did get full verbal consent for each action; sex would become impossible. Break it down – let’s say that for every part of the body you can lick, kiss or touch it, and that each part of the body is considered as its own section for consent-giving purposes. Imagine trying to kiss down someone’s neck to their breast if you got full verbal consent for each act:
…And Layla Randle-Conde, a friendsicle from FB, wrote me this in honour!
A little birdie told me you’ve been having lots of nookie
Congratulations on your 50th, you’re certainly no rookie!
Here’s to another another 50 romps & lots of games and fun
And here’s to sticking your whole arm up lots of people’s bums!
Not much time/energy for proper posts for a few days - get back to it soon, I hope. :)
These were keeping me awake last night. Wanted to wank but was sharing a room with 5 other people and that’s just not cool. (I went to Slovenia with some people from my uni course.)
These all centre around the playdate I’ve got planned this Friday with RD and GH. We’ll see how many come true.
- GH kneeling with a ring gag holding his mouth open, hands bound behind his back and “cocksucker” written across his forehead.
- RD fucking GH while GH goes down on me. RD pulling out before he comes and furiously facefucking GH before he comes all over GH’s face. Photographing it. Putting it on FetLife with “my subby bitch” written underneath (and “cocksucker” still on his forehead).
- GH not allowed to clean himself; holding a 5p piece against the wall with his semen-stained nose and listening to me fuck RD.
- Grasping GH’s cock in a vampire glove and telling him how small and pathetic it is.
- Cutting along the muscles between GH’s ribs and watching the blood trickle out. Dipping my finger in it and telling GH to suck it clean.
- RD and GH both spread out before me for a caning.
- Spitting on GH’s arsehole to help lube it before RD fucks him.
- Riding RD’s cock like a sex toy; touching myself; having GH kneeling down beside me so I can use his saliva as lube but he can never, never touch me.
- Allowing GH to come on my feet. Smearing it onto his balls and cock. Having RD lick it off.
(I will make a post that isn’t about sex soon, I promise.)
People often ask me questions about my relationships when they find out I have a boyfriend AND a girlfriend AND a fair few casual partners as well. I’m going to write some of these up now, just quickly; bear with me if it isn’t very good, I’m just waiting for the heating to come on before I do my uni work.
You can see this as a kind of updated version of this, which I wrote when my relationship with the boy was “only sex with other people, no love”. Things have changed now.
WTF is this?
This is a form of non-monogamy that I call “polyamory”, in which I am free to have both sexual and romantic relationships with more than one person at a time, as is everyone I am involved with. There are several forms of non-monogamy from “don’t ask to don’t tell” to “only in a threesome” to “only with my permission” to “everything apart from penetration” - actually, there’s about as many forms of non-monogamy as there are non-monogamous couples (or triples, or groups), but the terms you’re most likely to hear are “polyamory” and “open relationship”.
In my case I have two involved relationships, a long-term one with my boyfriend and a newer one with my girlfriend. I get about outside these relationships and have various hook ups and friends with benefits and so on and so forth; I think it’s fairly unlikely I’ll meet someone else I care about as deeply as these two, but if I did I’d make sure to talk to my preexisting partners and see how they feel before taking it further than a casual fling.
Are your boyfriend and your girlfriend dating?
They’re friends but they’re not going out. I don’t mind either way; so long as they get on, that’s enough. If they hated each other that would be quite difficult.
So it’s cheating with permission?
NO NO NO I HATE THIS. The word “cheating” implies deceit and going behind someone’s back. It would be cheating if I started a relationship and didn’t tell one or both of my partners, or if I actively hid something I did from them. Doing something that we have all agreed is okay is NOT cheating.
Do you have to tell them everything?
If I go to a club, meet someone, and have a one night stand, it’s not obligatory for me to provide an itemised list of what I got up to either my girlfriend or my boyfriend. In reality I talk to them a lot about most aspects of my life so they’ll probably hear about it anyway, but so long as I don’t actively hide it from them or lie to them about it it’s fine.
Don’t you get jealous?
No, not really. I like hearing about my other partners going out, having fun, meeting new people. I like it the people I love are enjoying their lives. I don’t define my romantic relationships sexually, so them having sex outside the relationship doesn’t fuss me, and neither does them having other romantic partners; so long as they still have time for me and their partners are treating them well and making them happy, it’s all good.
Doesn’t that mean you don’t love them?
No, you are wrong. I get something different from my romantic relationships than my friendships; it’s closer and deeper, somehow. It’s more than sex and it’s more than friendship; it’s something more important than that. I love them, but I am okay with them loving more than just me.
You have daddy issues/you just don’t want to commit/it’s a shame your friendships aren’t strong enough/anything else that implies that I am poly because I am somehow broken or lacking in part of my life.
My goodness, is this what all young people get up to these days?
Well, I get up to it, and many people of my acquaintance do, but I’d say that in the overall population of under-25s, non-monogamy is pretty uncommon.
You must be riddled with diseases.
I’m fastidious about my sexual health and get tested every few months; so far, nothing has come up, and even if it did, I’d just get it treated, no big deal. Considering how careful I am, I highly doubt I’ll get anything in the foreseeable future.
Have you and your boyfriend and your girlfriend ever…err…
Do you really want to hear the gory details of my sex life?
HELLO! I’M BLOGGING AGAIN!
I couldn’t stay away. I love it here.
Quick update as I’ve been gone so long - I haven’t blogged properly since, what, the end of August? That’s two months! That’s so long!
Somehow I appear to have gained followers, so hello to old and new! There are now 363 of you and I really have no idea why you give a shit about my ramblings, unless of course you’re only here for the naked pictures.
About the naked pictures - now I’m at university I’m not modelling with any degree of frequency, so very soon I won’t have sufficient new photographs to fuel this blog (this is a unique situation in this blog’s history). I shall therefore be reblogging older images to fill my queue, so you might see a few repeats. I’m sure you can cope.
Important things that have happened:
…It’s going a bit better. All the other students have moved in and I’m making An Effort to socialise with them even though I’m mainly finding the interactions stresful and effort-ful rather than enjoyable at the moment. It will get better. I’m looking forward to starting lectures and getting involved in the dance and karate societies.
I’m up at 5am because I remembered too late that I had a Coursera quiz due this morning and had to stay up to do the requisite work and complete the quiz. If you don’t know Coursera, it’s basically an organisation that partners with universities the world over to provide free online courses for interested individuals. I started a few during the holidays and managed to get hugely behind, so now I’m spending quite a lot of time desperately catching up. (If you’re curious I’m doing animal behaviour, an introduction to volcanology, and an introduction to mathematical philosophy. UBER NERD.)
Still hoping to get back to blogging…in time. I think I’ll set aside a chunk of time on Friday, as I don’t have anything scheduled by the uni on that day and there aren’t any interesting Freshers events during the day. I might have meetings to go to though. We’ll see.
The other EXCITING THING which I want to do is to get into is writing again. I have always wanted to write a proper book that gets published, and when I was younger I had loads of ideas for novels, but never got more than 10,000 words into any of them. I don’t write very much anymore, mainly because I have no focus and not as many ideas as I once did, or rather no idea how to turn the ideas I do have into a coherent story (in particular I get confused about how to portray a gradual change in a relationship over time), but I still have the dream of producing a published work that you can buy in bookshops.
I also feel really irritated much of the time by the portrayal of sex in media. I think it’s normally very sanitised, without much discussion of the really awkward bits. When was the last time you saw a portrayal of someone putting a condom on inside out? (FWIW, I get really confused by condoms, which is weird considering I’ve encountered a lot of them.) I would like to produce a set of short stories, no more than 2 - 5 A5 pages each, about my various sexual (mis)adventures, and fill said stories with nothing but the unashamed truth: so there will be mind-shattering orgasms and spontaneous threesomes, but there will also be fanny farts and malfunctioning sex toys and - on a more serious note - abuses of trust and boundaries, and frank discussions of sexual health.
With 50 of those stories I would end up with a volume somewhere between 100 and 200 pages. That is long enough to seek an agent and submit to publishers with. Realistically, it probably won’t ever be published, but it would be good to finally produce something of publishable length and go through the submitting process, so later on I can work on other projects with a bit more knowledge of what I’m aiming for. I’d aim to produce a first draft in 12 - 18 months, working at about one story a week, though obviously I’ll need breaks for exam season and so on.
I could organise the stories thematically (kink; threesomes and moresomes; soloing; etc) which has obvious advantages for the reader dipping in and out; or by partner - not one story per partner, but all stories about a particular partner grouped together (I don’t have much to say about some of the people I’ve slept with) - which would allow the way relationships develop to be examined but has the disadvantage of particular sections of the book repeating the same theme over and over; or simply chronologically, but the reader would probably be confused by too many characters dropping in and out of the book, and also I can’t always remember the exact order of events. (Did I go to this party first, or that one…)
I guess I could do it by partner and also chronologically, with all stories about a particular partner grouped together and the order of those groupings dictated by when I met a partner, and then include an index allowing readers to search the stories for whatever they’re interested in on that particular day. This would probably work, except for when I’ve only slept with someone a few times a long time apart.
The other big issue is that I would never be able to tell my family about this particular project. (Imagine if it did get published and I had to do signings and other publicity nonsense. What’d I tell them?)
Oh look at that it’s 5:30am I am really terrible at sleeping.
I met DN just over a year ago at K Bar. At first, I threesomed a lot with her and her boyfriend KN, but about six months ago they closed up their relationship for reasons private to them. The sex-friends relationship transitioned quite smoothly into a just-friends relationship, and now I would probably count her as one of my really close friends who I feel comfortable being very emotionally open and vulnerable with (there are about a half dozen people in this category, which now I think about it is actually quite a lot - I’m happy that I know so many deeply awesome people).
I never thought about her as a potential romantic partner. It had always been snuggly and close when we slept together, but it didn’t feel like love. Having her as a platonic friend is awesome, but in my head she wasn’t in the potential pool of romantic partners; I just didn’t think of her that way (is this an appropriate time to use the term “friendzone”, even though that’s a deeply irritating phrase?).
But on the morning of 30th June, she sent me a text saying that she missed being my girlfriend and wanted to start seeing me again soon. Which was a bit of a shock to me, because I never thought she was my girlfriend, just my play partner. I knew she’d been out the night before, I wondered if it was just an alcohol thing…it wasn’t. And I guess I should’ve guessed, because in The Text she addressed me with my birthname, which she does know even though she normally calls me Tansy when we’re socialising. (The interaction between my birthname and my nom de plume/model name/scene name confuses me, but that’s for another post. For now it’s sufficient to say that I answer to both and am happy being called both, but most of my really close relationships know me as my birthname and so I associate that with a greater degree of emotional intimacy.)
And ever since she’s sent me that text, I can’t get the idea of her being my girlfriend out of my head - can’t get HER out of my head. I feel like I’m falling in love very swiftly, but perhaps it’s not quite so swift - I’ve gone on before, not here but to my mum and to the boy, about how incredibly comfortable and accepted I feel around her, how much on my wavelength I feel she is, how she’s one of the very few people in the world that I feel I can just be myself around and don’t have to censor myself or adjust the thoughts in my head so they make sense to her. I can just say it. For most people, I package my internal thoughts into a vaguely comprehensible form because I think in a funny way that confuses most people in its raw form, but with her I don’t have to. And if I misstep and find my foot in my mouth (this happens a lot), she understands/forgives instantly. I really appreciate that in a person. And, you know, she’s intelligent and interesting and gives me a new perspective on the world, I value her insight, she’s fun to drink with and to go out with, she challenges me when I need challenging and fuck, I really am going head over heels for this girl. I always loved her as a friend, but now I’m beginning to love her as a GIRLfriend. And not in a “oh girlfriend you so fierce” type way.
So a few weeks back I tottered up to North London to spend a naked afternoon with MKC. I don’t think I’ve mentioned MKC before; he’s someone who attends K Bar who I play with frequently at that event, normally as a top – he’s pretty toned and running a pinwheel over the contours of his abdominal muscles is fun. He’s very sweet, a bit shy, very pretty. I’m not sure how much we’ve got in common, and I probably wouldn’t socialise with him outside the scene, but he is fun to play with and we do get on.
We’d been playing for months at K Bar, and both of us had made it clear to each other that we wanted to fuck, but I’d been procrastinating until after exams because no time! So when my exams finally did finish on the 19th June, I took the opportunity to visit him. I don’t feel like talking about the sex in detail, but rest assured that I had fun, and I believe he did too.
I’d assumed that he’d already slept around a fair amount; he’s pretty and nice, and there are lots of people at K Bar who want to have sexytimes with him. It wasn’t until the morning of our meeting that he informed me that he was a virgin. I said “I’m okay with that if you are”, but honestly, felt a bit trepidatious (I know that’s not a word, I don’t care). I’ve slept with two virgins before – the first one was the boy. I was 15 and also a virgin, and obviously it turned out well. The other was the third person I ever slept with, an old school acquaintance of the boy’s; I met him, I thought he was pretty, I wanted to stretch within the newly open status of my relationship with the boy, I decided to sleep with him. I invited him to the cinema with me and flirted throughout the film; at the end of it we kissed passionately and he drove me back to his house where we fucked, and it was good. He drove me back to my house after, we spoke about synesthesia on the ride; I wanted to meet again but he wasn’t into it, which is fine – and a few months later I heard from a mutual friend that he “considered it rape”.
What? Having sex and then regretting it is not the same as rape; being seduced and then deciding you shouldn’t have been isn’t rape either. I suppose that in a way I’m lucky that it’s this way round; if I were a boy, people might well have taken him (her in this imaginary land?) seriously, and that would have been interesting.
Anyway. So my experience hooking up with a virgin prior had degenerated into false accusations of rape. Which isn’t a gresat start. But MKC is a very different person to the old acquaintance of the boy’s, and that hasn’t happened. It’s taken a different, also not fantastic though not quite as bad, turn instead.
There’s nothing to indicate that this anon is male. It could very well have been a woman; it is most definitely not just men that call women sluts.
I actually disagree that men who call women sluts are insecure or women-fearing (or that women who call other women sluts are jealous, which some people say). It’s a term that comes from a view of sexuality which says that people start off pure and the process of having sex damages or devalues them except in specific circumstances like marriage, a committed relationship, etc. If you have this view - that sex is immoral in some circumstances - saying that someone’s a slut is similar to saying they’re rude or selfish; it’s referring to a moral failing in their personality. Interestingly, the term “slut” originally referred to someone who lives in a dirty, unkempt way - I still hear older people use it in this fashion every so often - which is a fairly obvious linguistic step if you think that having some types of sex is inherently dirty.
I don’t think most people actually subscribe to that point of view though. I reckon that if most people stopped to think about it, they’d think that, actually, having sexytimes with adults is not dirty or unclean, and that people can do what they want with their own bodies. But if you’ve never stopped to think about it, then it’s all too easy to absorb a societal attitude which makes jokes about whores, sluts, tramps, that demonises sex workers and still finds it hard to understand that, yes, some women do like and seek out sex.
Every so often you will find some moron who tries to justify the slut/stud dichotomy with piss poor evolutionary biology - men are primed to spread their seed, women to find a loving partner to raise their kids, therefore women who don’t select mates solely on their ability to raise children must be deficient in some way (which means that logically, men who aren’t interested in shagging everything that moves must also be deficient in some way, though I don’t think I’ve ever heard that argument made). There’s no proper evidence for this, it’s just a faux-scientific way of justifying sexual double standards for men and women.