Tuesday, May 22, 2007

the Slut vs. the Lady

There are days that i find myself walking behind some of the filthiest trash, causing my stomach to turn. It's worse in the hot, summer heat. Something in the swelter releases a chemical in the minds of a number of women, convincing them that they should dress as skimpily and vilely as possible. This chemical also seems to block their ability to recognize what is sensible. I see the most lurid of sights parading on the sidewalks:
-vicously tight jeans whose top line seems to recede more and more each passing year, and whose shape makes a trip to the ob-gyn more stream-lined
-visible panties (g-strings or thongs) as a result of the eroding coverage the above pants provide
-backless, belly-less, shoulder-less...really material-less tops that cling to the gal's torso like a frightened child to its mother
-multiple bra straps serving as evidence that the wearer in fact owns undergarments
-belly piercings
-fabrics of bold, tacky and loud colors

The men i work with will oggle and drag their tongues along the dirty street whenever they see a female dressed like this. They'll elbow eachother, whistle, snicker, say something crude like "I'd do her," all of which are appropriate (and sought after?) reactions to this kind of dress. The female is dressing like a slut, and for some reason, this is being celebrated, even coveted within our appalling fixation on the lives of celebrities. Names such as Paris, Britney, Lindsay are everywhere. I recently heard of a website (although i haven't wasted the time to verify that it exists) where thousands of young girls are said to have signed a petition urging Governor Ah-nold to show clemency to Paris (for a jail sentence she is serving for an infraction i don't really care to know), indicating in their pleas her massive contribution to society. What the hell is going on? Why are our young girls being fed images of sluttier and sluttier depictions of how they should physically present themselves? Anyone can look at the line of Bratz dolls and see the flimsy outfits that even pre-pubescent girls are being fed as models for their own appearances.

Now, before this trails off on a sociological rant, i assure you, readers, i intend to lasso it within the rope of my kink. I have publicized already how i prefer feminine beauty to be displayed. Thankfully, fluttering among these skanks are women who choose to highlight and accentuate their femininity rather than cheapen it to a level barely above an All-Nude stripper. These are the gals who dress in skirts that spill over their curves in a modest but striking manner. They don heels that give shape to their calves, and an oomph to their gait, but do not clod about in gawdy monstrosities. Their jewelry acts as tasteful ornamentation, not expressions of their skills at accumulating. I am more impressed by a woman who leaves mystery in her appearance, puts effort into her countenance and does it all with class. I am attracted to the lady.

Oh, i want to turn her into a slut, but i want her to be my slut. This contrast i recognize is confusing, and even i have struggled with it. Over the period of time i've been with my girl, i've gained an appreciation for modesty. I don't want my girl to look like a pornstar. I fear that there are females who believe there is power in looking that way. I feel the opposite. By withholding, restraining, and concealing your assets instead of baring all, the true power of feminine beauty is realized.

And of course, there is power in showing off my girl when and how i want to.

9 comments:

weather girl said...

"Oh, i want to turn her into a slut, but i want her to be my slut. This contrast i recognize is confusing..."

I don't find it confusing at all. It's a pivotal issue of my own, in fact, to feel like his slut and not like a slut. It's a delicate balance and a critical one. The first one gives me value; the second one leaves me feeling I have none.

That he defines me as such fills me with something I want and need. From anyone else it would simply be demeaning.

Deity said...

weather girl,
something told me (perhaps based on the steaminess i read over at your portal) that you would "understand".
Am i to believe that you want and need to be defined as a slut? If so, that's some kind of storm you've got gathering *wink*. I know i've encountered something similar to this before, but it never ceases to halt me in my tracks to hear a girl admit it - willingly.

Pixiepie said...

so nice Deity....to here that ladies are still appreciated and that some can recognize the difference between being a 'slut of society' and a 'slut' only for the purpose of the one you love. ;)

{milla} said...

I even find myself sometimes wanting my friends or at least acquaintances to think i'm a slut. Not in my dress at all, but in my behind the scenes mannerisms. I love to hint that behind my reasonably classy, hopefully stylish dress, there's a hidden monster almost. It really turns me on.

--[milla]

weather girl said...

"Am i to believe that you want and need to be defined as a slut? If so, that's some kind of storm you've got gathering."

Ha! Indeed. :)

Do I want to be defined as a slut? It depends upon who is defining me. I don't wish to be an object to everybody I meet, only one person. When he defines me that way, it arouses me beyond words.

Why is this? I wonder sometimes, but I suppose I've come to the conclusion that it's this: that I believe I am a slut; deep down inside, beneath the layers of propriety, perhaps it's what I really am. But when the right man defines me that way, and owns that part of me, I feel like it's being controlled. That I'm safer somehow. I'm free to be that with slut with him, and he'll keep me under control.

Protect me from that part of myself while allowing me to embrace it with him.

DL's toy said...

Fact: I am a classy type of slut horribly uncomfortable in the trashy or trampy aspect of displaying myself. Thankfully, my Owner agrees (mostly): assets are best covered unless He undresses them. I do have to question navel rings though. How does that, and while I agree with the majority of your other items outlined similarly, how do navel rings fuel the slut-mark signal? Tastefully adorned, i see it as a vision of youth, perhaps because i do have that, trendy, and an expression of one’s willingness to manipulate one's body into an adorned masterpiece. I’m interested to know how you view tattoos, just out of curiosity.

i do like being DL's slut: the way He controls what is shown and displayed and always in a classy manner, it's instantaneous how i transform when everything comes off and the leather is strapped around my neck and around my extremities. i feel at my most inner slut this way and down on my knees- not showing off more than what is socially acceptable. i guess i have too much guilt that i'm being portrayed as something that is not the truth. i like that He likes me classy and that you have written about it solidifies this.

i wonder too. Why don't people buy clothes that fit them?

Personally, i find integrity and personal character in maintaining standards and flaunting the sluttiness in subtle and subliminal ways. It could even just be an intriguing sultry look in the eyes, and that, that i have perfected. *s*

Deity said...

toy,
Navel rings dredge up images of so many cheap sorority girls who wanted to do something "extreme" by piercing a body part. This piercing also requires, in order to achieve full appreciation for its feat, complete bearing of the mid-section and only 1 in 5 girls that i saw with this adornment should ever show off their tummies.
I like tattoos. I do not find them as immediately off-putting as a navel ring. But i'd like to see some originality or self-expression rather than just a pair of cherries on a girl's ankle.

DL's toy said...

Fascinating response. i like that my body is a canvas that i've painted x5 and my Owner has marked as His with ink.

Thanks for this clarification; you're fascinating!

Amber said...

Clothes, oh, clothes... I put so little thought into them, just make sure they frame my shape - that they indeed fit. I don't like it loose so it's always on a tight side, but without bulging out. I think it would pass your test for propriety though. One thing I know for sure - I feel sexy every single day.