The shame and guilt I grew up with regarding sex felt oppressive. I resented the double standard that men could be promiscuous and it would raise their status and a woman would be slut-shamed for similar behavior. My burgeoning sexuality would unfold as a reaction to these repressive religious orthodoxies, old school notions of sexual status, and trauma.

Mistake #1, disregarding the wisdom of your elders, their religion and the traditions they had cultivated over millennia as uncool.

I lost my virginity at 17 to my boss at a restaurant where I worked. And a year later, I experienced my first sexual trauma. I felt damaged and dirty and I blamed myself. Everyone responds differently to these situations—I dealt with the overwhelming shame by becoming hyper-sexual and promiscuous. The Culture was right there to pick me up and dust me off. I doubled down on being a proud slut and internalized the biggest and most damaging lie: that loveless sex is empowering. I basked in the girl-power glow of that delusion for decades, weaponizing my sexuality while convincing myself I was full of the divine feminine.

Mistake #2. But it's OK I guess, the important thing is that you acknowledge it was a mistake and have now committed to not doing more of it, yeah? Nobody respects whores, not even themselves, and you Mrs. Phetasy have at least managed sufficient honesty and self-awareness to realize this truth, though it has clearly taken much longer for you than it would have any man. That's OK too though, unlike far too much of modern society (whose flaws you yourself are only barely beginning to become aware of) I acknowledge the fundamental differences between the sexes, including how one's a slower learner than the other.

Another set of lies built on lies built on trauma. Sex isn’t just about power—it’s also about intimacy and vulnerability and trust. Things I wanted nothing to do with. Because implicit in modern dating is a complete lack of expectations –– especially those of chivalry. Whenever a man wanted to pick up the tab or pull out the chair or open the door or pick me up or take me to dinner or see me during the day or wait longer than the first date to have sex, I was shocked and suspicious of them. Was he a serial killer?

This is what happens when you take the mantras invented by subversive bitches like Betty Friedan and psychotic basketcases like Andrea Dworkin, people who would rightly have been burned at the stake or shunted out of society & left to die in a sewer at best in ages past respectively, as gospel.

I’m not suggesting we return to some Victorian era notion of sex or some 1950s era ideal about gender roles.

And there's Mistake #3, the one society cannot make if we are to recover from the Sexual Revolution and its disastrous consequences. The only true way forward out of this mess is backward, and the Taliban are showing just how it can be done if their rapid and little-talked-about purge of degeneracy from Kabul is any indicator.

I’m now 43-years-old and I’m in the first truly healthy, intimate relationship in my life with my (second) husband. We recently had a daughter.

I struggle to find the words to express my sorrow for both the husband and the daughter. They deserved better than this washed-up harlot, who even now strives to remain willfully blind to the solutions to her problems and the society which destroyed whatever potential she might have had as a wife and mother.

Sex can be empowering when you’re coming from a position of healthy self-esteem. If you’re coming from a place of trauma or insecurity, casual sex won’t heal that. In fact, it might set you back and undermine any progress regarding your feelings of self-worth. If you know your value, you’re less likely to sleep with someone who doesn’t value you. Cherish yourself and you will be cherished. You shouldn’t have to withhold sex for a man to respect you; he should respect you regardless. Sexual empowerment has nothing to do with how many people you do or don’t sleep with—it has to do with how comfortable you are in your skin—no matter your decision. It’s not about waiting until you’re in love to have sex; it’s about making sure that first, you love yourself.

I regret being a slut. I regret it because I regret that those men can say they slept with me. Still, that’s how I know I finally value myself. Every woman should feel this way: Sleeping with me is a privilege. And you have to be worthy.

More fatal mistakes. But I guess it would be too much to ask a woman, especially a whore such as this, to take responsibility for their failings - even just acknowledging them as Mrs. Phetasy has just done must have taken a truly Herculean (Amazonian?) effort. I look forward to hearing about the divorce and how much your daughter hates you in 15-20 years' time.