You cry because your adherence to puritanical-rooted-values makes you believe “a dirty slut” is a bad thing.
I smile because I know being a dirty slut isn’t a bad thing.
We are not the same.
It’s funny that we interpreted this in opposite directions, likely due to our differing experiences:
I cry because slut-play being used exclusively in the bedroom implies it’s kink/taboo and that’s in adherence with puritanically-rooted social norms.
Also a valid interpretation and agreed on your read of it as well.
I just don’t like calling people dirty. I’ll happily call you a slut if you’d like, but a dirty slut feels wrong. Like, get a shower, girl. If you’re gonna be a slut, don’t half-ass it. Find the nicest (affordable) smells and cover yourself in them so you’re smelly in a good way.
It’s okay to have boundaries around this if you really don’t want to, just thought we should say in case people think they have to.
I’m such a prude about this kind of thing. I have plenty of miles on my sex-odometer but still can’t or won’t do the degradation-talk thing.
A friend and I were trying to find a new song to work on performing together. We found a good sound with “Piss up a rope” by Ween, but I just couldn’t get any vocal punch on the line that advises the big booty beyatch to commence sucking. Like my autonomic nervous system wouldn’t let my diaphragm work properly.
Yet I am filthy in my casual speech among friends? It’s not speaking of sex acts that make me go cold, it’s specifically the degradation talk that my whole system seems to rebel against.
My poor lovers, it’s probably like receiving kind and gentle directions to perform filthy acts on my body directly from Fred Rogers.
Why did you have to give me the mental image of Mr. Roger’s coaching me through sucking dick.
