The stories here are “fictional” and may or may not have happened to “fictional” people… ALLEGEDLY. Names, circumstances and places have been changed to protect a HO.
First and foremost, I need you to know that I spent a positively RIDICULOUS amount of time trying to decide if it’s spelled HO or HOE. Is it like Santa??? Or the gardening tool??? Neither one sounds quite right but I still needed to know which HO was the right HOE. So I did what ANY normal person these days will do… I googled that shit… and if you ever google “is it HO or HOE” you, my friend, will find yourself down some VERY strange rabbit holes. I can’t even begin to TELL YOU all of the strange places I’ve traveled on the weird, wide web in the name of research for y’all. So trust me on this one, consider yourself warned and JUST SAY NO, HO! Regardless which you use the word HO or HOE, put that bitch in all caps. There’s no lower case ho here. That lower case “h” implies we’re ashamed. And we are NOT!
SO CAPS THAT WHOLE FUCKING HO OR HOE!
**DISCLAIMER**
For the record, I’m a fan of HO. If, perchance, you are a fan of the alternate HOE, then just imagine that every single HO here has an E at the end. That’s the best suggestion I can offer. #SorryNotSorry
I will never be one to kill a HO vibe. We women need to embrace the shit outta that shit. The only way to take back words like SLUT, HO, WHORE and TRAMP are to make them our mother fucking own. So say that shit loud and proud. M’kay thanks!
I often tell the young women that I know…. BE A HO! Nieces, my cousin’s daughter, friends’ daughters. I will tell any girl who will listen and that has aged appropriately to make informed sexual decisions for herself…. BE… A…. FUCKING… HO! Embrace your inner HO…. hug that HO often. Fuck EVERYONE you want to. Fuck boys, fuck girls…. shit, fuck both. Do it safely, do it behind some intelligence, but for God’s sake, just DO IT!! Take time and great care to figure out what you like and what you don’t like. Figure out what penises work best for you (YES, this will DEFINATELY be a thing that will matter to you a LOT). There is literally no reason that you shouldn’t have LOTS of sex. There are, however, about fifty 11 hundred reasons why you absolutely SHOULD.
(Once again, it should probably be noted that using the words God and Fuck in the same paragraph might be frowned upon… but it should also be noted that I LEGIT don’t care).
See, I met the man that I married when we were both, essentially, children. He was my first. (I don’t count the rape because I fucking choose not to.. thank you very much and fuck off). But for nearly 3 solid DECADES that was the only penis I knew. I loved this ONE person most of my entire first part of my life and he broke me… he literally broke my heart. So now I have to spend the remaining part of my life learning to love someone else. And I plan to make that person ME first and foremost.
What I didn’t know, or wasn’t interested in knowing at that particular time, is that I’d had a HO living in me that whole time. She was weak and quiet and small and unobtrusive. But she was always there. And our inner HOS need our love and they desperately appreciate our appreciation and support. And I think the reason why I have been so sexually FUCKING FRUSTRATED for so long is SPECIFICALLY because I’ve never really hugged my inner HO enough. I think that she thinks that maybe I don’t like her HO ass or that I’ve forgotten about her. And she’s loud and cranky right now, like “hey bitch, did you forget about me… because I’M BACK”.
In light of my impending single-dom, I’ve been contemplating my upcoming HO options pretty carefully. Do I want to be a full on “jump on any good dick” HO? Do I want to be a “play a hard to get” HO? Is there a “really happy HO space in the middle” kinda HO? Can’t I just be her? What I do know is this… I plan to have fun and enjoy that shit. I want to spend some time later not giving a shit at all and having zero strings attached. I want to get to know me for who I am. For so long, my identity has been wrapped up in being someone’s wife…. someone’s mom. I need to take a beat and introduce myself to me and see what shakes loose. I hope it’s me… I hope that I shake LOOSE!!!
What I suspect happens is that, as young women (practically from birth and beyond), we are encouraged to guard our sexuality, to keep it hidden and protected. Men are practically EXPECTED to “sow their wild oats” or whatever that stupid, boring phrase is. Regardless, sowing oats sounds like WAAAY more fun than protecting yourself from having lots of fun, amazing sex.
So enjoy yourself, encourage your single girlfriends to enjoy themselves too. Moms, talk to your daughters when they are in their 20s and think that they are IN LOVE and ready to commit the rest of their life to one dick. Make sure that they know that HO time is really important in your sexual development. Make it sound super official and important… because it is. Make sure they know that it’s ok to be a HO.