text by KARLEY SCIORTINO
Starting in my early 20s, my personal style developed into what could rightly be called “slutty.” I favored a lot of vagina-length skirts, pink PVC micro-dresses, and basically anything that screamed “S&M Barbie.” I found it funny to parody the look of the stereotypical blond tart, as if Elle Woods was on her way to a sex party or something — and soon that persona crept into my writing. On my blog Slutever, which deals primarily with sexuality and feminism, I began mocking the trope of the dumb blond who’s naive about her sexuality, bouncing around town in a push-up bra, waiting for a man to come and teach her the ways of the world.
In my mid-20s, Slutever started getting media attention. I began noticing in interviews that my slut style was a recurring topic. I was questioned about whether I ever felt insecure…