Aw: Author of ‘Slutever’ blog laments how awkward it is to discuss her writing with her parents

Her name is Karley Sciortino, and I don’t think I’m exaggerating if I say there are basically no boundaries whatsoever to her sex life. I suppose she might protest that she doesn’t engage in rape, incest or pedophilia, but that’s about it.

And not only does she explore every carnal desire of her flesh, she makes a pretty good living telling just about everyone about it.

Sciortino writes a blog called “Slutever”. (I’m not going to link to it because I just flat out don’t want to, but if you really want to find it I’m sure you won’t have too difficult a time doing so.) What’s it about? Er . . . I think you can probably figure that out. And for the most part, Sciortino herself is the star.

“How to incorporate urine into your sex life” should give you a sense of what you’re getting into when you visit Slutever.

But her work isn’t limited only to her blog. Sciortino writes a column for Vogue, and she recently penned this unintentionally hilarious column for Huffington Post about how awkward it is when she talks to her parents about her writing:

Weirdly, my parents weren’t huge fans of my writing. Post-blog, they got vocal about how horrified they were that I’d bailed on the life that God had planned for me and instead chosen to fall down a K-hole of slut blogging amorality.

Beyond just being worried about me and embarrassed for themselves, they were concerned about the long-term effects that writing about sex would have on my subsequent professional life and ability to trap a husband.

In the years that followed, I would regularly get panicked emails from my mother, saying things like, “Karley, why does your Twitter say that you peed on someone for money?” and “What does it mean that you were the ‘first assistant dildo’ on a porn set?”

It probably won’t surprise you to hear that, when my mother discovered that I was in a serious relationship with a gender-nonbinary lesbian Jew ― and therefore, that I was bisexual ― from reading an article on my blog titled “I’m Gay Now I Guess,” she basically wanted to nail herself to a cross.

These anecdotes are sort of funny now. But back in my early to mid-20s, there were a few years when things were pretty bad between my parents and me, during which we barely spoke. In the years since, I’m often asked what my parents think of my writing. And the reality is, even though I know there’s a part of them that’s proud of me for forging a writing career, it’s still not easy for them.

She says her parents are “strict Catholics.” What’s not easy for them is probably the fact that they tried to teach her to seek her blessings from God and she decided instead to live by the flesh. Romans 8:13 can speak to that, although I’m quite sure if Sciortino were ever to read this she would scoff at the notion or caring about such things.

Basically Sciortino has chosen a proposition that gets her two things the world loves to celebrate – fleshly gratification and public adulation. I would make the case that both sex and love are better and far more authentic when you get them by God’s design, but you already know that.

When someone like this shows up in the public consciousness, I’m usually more interested in how the person is being used in the culture at large.

Outfits like Vogue and Huffington Post don’t publish a person like Karley Scriotino because they expect you to act shocked at what she says. By publishing her, they’re sending a message that this sort of thinking and behavior are mainstream and should be treated as respectable. They don’t make a big deal out of it – you’re probably shocked that we’re publishing the Slutever girl – because the whole point is that it is no big deal.

Of course she sleeps with everyone and does everything and doesn’t care who knows it. That’s normal. That’s mainstream.

Even the piece about the awkward conversations with her parents is really designed to portray the parents as the clueless ones. Imagine such a backward woman that she wouldn’t understand peeing on other people for money, or would question one’s role as first assistant dildo.

Read a book, why don’t ya, Harriet?

This is a natural extension of the cultural imperative that began a few years ago in which the champions of carnality attack “slut shaming,” which basically means anyone who objects to sexual promiscuity on moral grounds. What you want to pay attention to is how thoroughly the mainstream media adopt the language of those complaining about “slut shaming.” That’s one of the indicators of the direction the culture is taking.

I actually find a person like Karley Sciortino useful in her shamlessness. Where does unrestrained carnality lead? And more importantly, what other spirits do people invite into themselves when they venture down this path?

Typically this world has played out in the shadows, behind closed doors, where it was hard for God’s people to observe it and answer those questions. They’re so sure they’ve won the culture that they’re now becoming as open about as the Slutever girl. She’s in Vogue. She’s in HuffPo. She’s mainstream! And so is her lifestyle.

You can judge for yourself what the sexual revolution has wrought for American society as it nears its 60th birthday. That’s when the culture chose carnality over God’s gift of sex. The state of marriage, of families and of relationships six decades later is all the testament we need of how that’s working out.

And the likes of Karley Sciortino now look to take things to the next level by making this type of behavior celebrated, not just on the fringes but in the mainstream.

Oh, and of course, maintain enough sense of victimization that you can still whine about how hard it is to explain it to your parents.

 

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