Slut Rut

Ironically this topic came up in discussion recently with myself and others as to what is a slut. Is it a girl who sleeps around, though isn't that just embracing sexual freedom? Is it a girl who dresses and shows all, yet is really displaying a fabulous figure in which she has probably worked hard for? Is a slut these days, someone who is aware of their sexual being and uses this to get things for her advantage? I don't even know whether that could be considered power and intelligence itself!

The meaning of slut these days, I am massively confused to what meaning it really should take accept the classical dictionary meaning. I think the alternative still lies in what would you call a man if he were to do the same things, man whore?! How can we de-feminise the meaning of the words whore, slut, slag or tart? Maybe sexual freedom needs a large revamp within the media and society itself.

Sex bonus

German salesman rewarded with sex. Please tell me if I am naive in saying this, but if that is what the men wanted-is it really that wrong? There is no mention of a general consensus taken for a reward party, towards what events would take place, is it right to assume they all knew of such things to take place.

I am still surprised how often the media writes about sex, articles like this always seem surprised that people have sex-for fun! Most of the time the media features stories about affairs, women looking like sluts or men rolling around with several females (mostly in their 20s). There seems to be a natural association to sex, as it being sordid or dramatically seen as...wrong. No wonder Britain still holds the notion of 'thou shan't talk about sex'. I am getting rather bored of it.  Perhaps finance companies have shot themselves in the foot in keeping up appearances. I find it all the more amusing, considering most of the time business men are faced with attractive women everyday-men are very bad at hiding sexual interest and for a prostitute reward to be seen as something that shouldn't happen again-well the article didn't voice that some were distraught by it! Once one is seen in a social environment, a little less formal and reserved than the daily norm, worry seems to kick in. Perhaps this article and the words spoken are a sort of 'back up' to ensure the company hasn't got their priorities mixed up...

"It was a mistake but we are very sure that it was a unique event."

Though in their response, 'unique' it definitely was (I am sure they had to bite their tongues in stopping them smirking or winking at the journalist.) Prostitues, oh shame. Sex on a plate...oh dear poor them...

To label a man in a skirt

A 'life' story posted on Salon.com by Jon-Jon Goulian. Naturally we all end up being labelled, we all become categorised. There always seems to be desires within all to specialise and make note on who someone is or what they are. It seems we all search for identity and perhaps are confused when someone can't pin-point their own. Does it raise the question of, shouldn't we be better as humans to accept sooner, how and what people are? Why so often do we naturally react to the unknown or different with unsettled response; perhaps we shouldn't take so much time in making up our own minds for it is for others to decide themselves.

'I move from coast to coast seemingly at whim, doing the same "nothing" in Los Angeles that I was doing just as easily in New York; my love life is baffling, my romantic entanglements lasting, on average, about forty-five minutes; I sometimes go for weeks, even months, not speaking to anyone, in a state of willful solitary confinement, and, far from unsettling me, this seems to bring me nothing but peace and fulfillment; despite having a law degree, and having clerked for a federal judge, which should have earned me a salary by now of at least $250,000 a year, my most recent bout of employment, for $12 an hour, was babysitting a seven-year-old girl named Ruth; I own nothing, and save nothing, and accomplish nothing tangible, and have no permanent hold on life whatsoever...

This difficulty in summing me up drives people crazy. They won't have it. Whether I like it or not, they'll find just the right label for me -- homosexual, bisexual, transsexual, polysexual, metrosexual, metasexual; autosexual, cryptosexual, crypticsexual, protosexual, extraterrasexual, gender-bender, glam-boy, player, poseur, flaneur, slut, aesthete, dandy, lebenskunstler; lotus-eater; bohemian nymph; bourgeois nymph; bourgeois nymph masquerading as a bohemian nymph! -- and, whether they like it or not, they’re determined to make it stick.'