هكذا هي المرأة المسلمة :-)

We’re told that we are sexually “liberated” if we throw ourselves at strangers and give ourselves over to people who couldn't possibly care less about us. This is yet another lie.

If modern attitudes about sex have “liberated” us, what, precisely, have we been freed from? Security? Commitment? Trust? What, we've broken the Shackles of Purity and Love and run gleefully into the Meadows of Pornography and Herpes? Because that’s all that our sexual liberation has wrought. A lot of confusion, a lot of porn, a lot of disease, a lot of emotionally desperate, psychologically battered, spiritually broken people wandering around, searching for another stranger who’s willing to go in for a few more rounds of sterile, shallow, pointless sex.

؟Let freedom ring, right

Even the term “casual sex” is insane. It’s an oxymoron. Denim is casual. Restaurants can be casual. Casual: without serious intention, careless or offhand, informal. A high-five is casual. Sex can only be viewed in this same vein once we have dehumanized ourselves enough to see human sexuality as something no more significant than a pair of jean shorts.

Describing sex as “casual” is like describing the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel as a “nice little doodle.” That’s what I can’t stand — the people who diminish and cheapen sex are the ones who get to pass themselves off as “sexually enlightened.”

I’m sick of being negatively labeled a slut because I enjoy sex, because one day I wore a short skirt, because people think they have some say in my private life. If those things make me a slut, then screw it, I’m going to be a slut. If I embrace the term, then no one can use it to hurt me.

Your openness to the term seems to be indicate a preclusion visible in the very act of you even saying you must embrace the term, as if that will set things right. The contradictions abound. You are withholding yourself from traditions established for the sake of mutuality, traditions not wholly or unequally supported by men alone. Hell, if you’re gonna fight society, put up a fight with your sexual desires and be a mother, a good mother. We’re running out of those. Go to church and face ridicule for standing on your beliefs and illustrating an example of a prudential life, of a patient life. Wearing a short skirt and having sex as you please is no protest, regardless of how adversarial you feel society is to that: more and more people are embracing that lifestyle anyway because of how easy and quickly gratifying it is. No nobility lies in that shit.

We cannot write intelligently about the virtue of modesty, unless we emphasize first of all in strong and clear terms the universal importance of chastity. For, modesty, by its very definition, is looked upon as the shield and safeguard of chastity. The breakdown in modesty is due fundamentally to a disregard of the virtue of chastity as a necessary virtue for all, in all the circumstances of life.

My mother has always taught me that modesty is the moat around the castle of chastity. This profound statement has echoed in my head many times, not always at my choosing, but nevertheless, this most fragile truth continues to revisit me. What is the purpose of a moat? A moat is constructed to protect a valuable property, a castle. A moat is usually signified by a deep surrounding body of water often teeming with vengefully watchful animals. This enclosure functions as a fortification against uninvited invaders. When a moat is broken down, the castle and all that is contained within is overtaken, violated, and ultimately left in ruins. I believe this analogy reveals a very significant truth regarding modesty as a safeguard to the precious virtue of chastity. When the moat of modesty is destroyed, willingly or unwillingly, the person's interior castle of chastity is inevitably left vulnerable to be sacked and pillaged without recourse.