I burp like everyone else and I'm promiscuous.
Democracy is perhaps the most promiscuous word in the world of public affairs.
My sister was so promiscuous she broke her ankle in the glove compartment of a car.
Library books were, I suddenly realized, promiscuous, ready to lie down in the arms of anyone who asked. Not like bookstore books, which married their purchasers, or were brokered for marriages to others.
A lot of people that get out of prison have anti-social personality disorder, which makes them promiscuous and erratic, and they can't form ordinary relationships.
When I was a bachelor with a different girl on my arm every week, people didn't think I was quite legitimate.
If you are a libertine, if you're not given to long-term faithful relationships, you tend to project your behavior onto everyone else. It's like the person who knows they're not trustworthy; they tend to mistrust everyone else.
