At this point all this discussion is doing is making me think I should get off my lazy ass and go have some casual sex. While I still have my youth.
I wish I could do the same. But I don't know how long is appropriate to wait since I only just left my abuser. Do I have to wait until a divorce is complete, which might take years considering it might not be safe to pursue one at this point (he's in custody right now, true, but who knows how long that will last? and the system has been quite bad in reinforcing the restraining order).
Plus, well, if I add another person to my count, I'm sure I'll be even more slutty in the eyes of others, no matter that it would be with my enthusiastic consent.
The problem is that it is less special with each new partner you have.
It doesn't have to be less special. It's a person's attitude towards their partner that makes sex special.
Know what's sad? Sex used to be special to me. When I met my H, I had half his count. He'd been with more women than I'd been with men and done more things. There were so many things I hadn't done, and I was eager to do them all with him. Time after time, he would tell me that he had already done whatever thing I wanted to try with him, and he'd either say no or else do it with very little enthusiasm. I never pushed his no. I accepted it, because his body is his own. He even called me creepy for wanting to have sex with him (shortly after I learned that he was choosing porn over me), and when he said that, I backed off. I never wanted to pressure him. I didn't want to be like my abusers.
I learned to explain myself better and I asked him what about sex was special with me. He said that I had his baby, and that no one else had his baby before, so as the mother of his child, that made me special. I asked what about the sex itself was special, and he said he had already done everything with everyone else before he'd met me, that sex wasn't new or exciting to him anymore. So I took it to mean that sex itself with me wasn't special to him. He would get angry with me for saying that and told me to not downplay the specialness he felt with me being the mother of his child.
He changed his tune years later, said that sex between us was special, but by then I had already decided to stop seeing sex as special too. I had adopted his viewpoint so it wouldn't hurt so much that he didn't find it special. Plus he confirmed for me more than once that I wasn't his best, though he did try to soften the blow by saying "better than most". And if I was the least bit unhappy with any of what he shared with me, he told me not to shame him for his past. That these were things he did long before he ever met me. I didn't want to shame him - sexual shame is a horrible aftereffect of sexual assault, something we've both endured in our lifetimes, and I didn't want to deepen his trauma. That's when I learned to make this distinction for him: I didn't judge him on his past. I didn't want to take away his positive sexual experiences from before me. Despite that he was accusing me of shaming him, I never once badmouthed his past experiences or thought lowly of him or the girls he enjoyed. I just wanted him to treat what we had as special, and if he didn't already, then work to create those feelings with me, create something brand-new between us (didn't need to be "new moves", just our own special energy). But for so long, he was unwilling to.
Anyway, knowing guys will slut-shame me if I go out there, and knowing that what both my dad and my husband have taught me is true, and the ones who don't slut-shame me probably won't see it as being special with me because I'm nothing special, well... Where does that leave someone like me? Someone who enjoys sex, who cherishes physical intimacy and touch, but who isn't "allowed" to go enjoy it without "consequences" ("don't go have sex if you don't want to be seen as a slut"), while all the guys I know can do as much or as little as they like with no harm to their reputation, and damn anyone who tries to control them with their jealousy. After all, when a girl gets upset about her guy's past, she's told to get over it, to stop acting like a jealous bitch, to stop scaring the guy away from being honest with her, and to do better in bed than his past partners. She's told it's her problem.
I don't feel entitled to anyone. I know it's extreme luck to connect with someone in any of the ways. But I can certainly hate the double standards with a fiery passion. Hating those double standards won't ultimately affect anyone but me.