“I Married The Slut”

About a dozen years ago I started writing this. I thought about making it a book and still might because it is a long story, but decided to keep it short here.

And so it begins...

I’m sure little boys have gone through this since time began. They get to that certain age when they want to discover the opposite gender.

Being a child of the conservative 50’s, there was no training for what was about to happen. The teachers in school never talked about “it”, the church said “it” was bad, and your parents never discussed “it”.

There were the oblivious and acceptable advertisements and televisions shows that emphasized the degradation and discrimination of the female species. There was mixed signals between the “good girls” and the “bad girls”.

The “good girls” were supposed to become stay-at-home mothers, or secretaries, or nurses, or teachers. They were taught homemaking skills and typing. They also became prom queens and cheerleaders. They read teen magazines and wore crinolines.

And us lads were taught that that is just the way it was. We were expected to go out with the “good girls” and bring them flowers and take them to dances and swoon over malts before taking them home at a proper time. Everything was above board with a possible kiss now and then until vows were passed.

After that there were no instructions on what to do. I guess that is why there are so many of us boomers.

So us boys had an idea of the girl we wanted to take to the prom was supposed to be a “good girl”. The girl we wanted our friends to see on our arm. The girl we would take home to our mother. The girl we would ask for her hand from her father.

The girls were perky and had just right hair dos and wore the latest dresses and giggled with the other girls. She had those big doe eyes and a turned up nose and pouty mouth and a laugh that will wake up the room.

Then there were those girls from the other side of the tracks. They were the girls who were known as the loose girls. They hung out with a different crowd. They had reputations. They had a certain sash and a certain walk that would get your attention but were not available or acceptable to you. These were the “bad girls”.

Some were daughters of warm and caring families. She grew up with Christmas. She played with Barbie dolls. She played team sports and had friends and neighbors. She sat down to turkey dinners and went on first dates.

Society accepted the soldier or cowboy or cop or fireman or fisherman or construction worker or sports figure as the macho male figure that no girl can resist. Movies and advertisements and books created a culture where the “good girl” would be swept off her feet by a big strong handsome hunk and live happily every after with her prince charming.

Some may have found this dream could not be reached and looked elsewhere. Some may have found a different culture too attractive to resist or maybe the rainbow at the end of a rough childhood.

The culture of the time also showed the “good girls” could obsess about “bad boys”. James Dean, Marlon Brando, and Elvis brought a new vision that the white-bread male could be a little dangerous. Even the Beatles were viewed with suspicion. When “good girls” wandered down that path they met a dark side that everyone wanted but were not allowed to ask for.

The term “slut” has been past down through the ages. Slut is an offensive term meaning a woman thought to be sexually promiscuous.

May it be known to all that thought the description of the before mentioned “S” word is not very nice, it may or may not fit the circumstance in this matter. As you read the excerpts of following, I will let you decide what the description means and if it is true to the setting.

The next question you may ask is “Why marry a slut?”

You will have to read the complete manuscript to find out why and how and what happens next.

With that said.... I will begin.

Where does one find a “slut” to marry? Well, you don’t have to look very far. There may be one next to you right now. Look to your right and look to your left. Is she married or is she a “slut”? Is she the family type or is she a “slut”? Can you tell by the look or the feel or the smell?

Sluts don’t look any different, except for that look in their eyes. I’m sassy and I know it.

Yes, we are talking about the three-letter word. “S-E-X” including the hormones that both sexes of our species comply during this period of adventure. The signal that attracts pairs together in the mating ritual since time began. This is the drive that maintains our species to procreate.

If this sounds like a religious experience, then you and hopefully yours have been there. The “slut” can make the ordinary, the mundane, and the same missionary position that has created life for centuries become a rollercoaster ride to ecstasy.

So the big question...

Who are these sluts and where do they come from?

Read on...

What do you think a “slut” is? Is a “slut” the woman who stands on the corner in a short fur jacket, loosely fitting tank top, white hot pants, and knee high vinyl boots offering a quick look, touch, or squeeze for a few bucks as you drive by? Is a “slut” the woman who delivers money she has earned doing unspeakable acts on strangers at their bidding to a sleazy greasy weasel with a lot of gold chains and snot running down his nose? Is a “slut” the business executive in the Pierre Cardin suit who rubs against you in a crowed elevator with a smile? Is a “slut” the little schoolgirl in the short plaid green pleated skirt and knee socks with paten leather shoes who drops her books at the bus stop to bend down allowing you a quick glimpse of white cotton panties?

A “slut” can be anyone, anywhere, anyhow...

Could a “slut” be the girl next door who turns on her bedroom light, opens the blinds at midnight, and slowly undresses, while you quiver and shake, eyes pressed to binoculars focused on the chance to see something that will teach you how to become a man. A slut makes you tremble as you watch her slip out of her underwear and turn off the light. Then imagination takes over.

Do You Get The Picture Yet?

She or he is not the “slut”. The IDEA is the “Slut”. The IDEA of a fantasy or wish or a tawdry desire is the “Slut”. We all create our sluts. A “slut” can be a streetwise hooker or the all American girl next door.

In some eyes, we can take the IDEA and create sluts from the pure or the corrupt. Remember everyone starts out the same way. Some grow to be sluts and some grow out of being sluts.

Imagine, if you will, that the young virgin from high school that doesn’t smoke, drink, or stay out late at night is a “slut”. This is always possible if the rumor mill can provide enough stories, true or made up, to the adolescent mind. And as the stories spread and grow, looks and attitudes toward the young virgin will change.

“How can anyone believe these stories?”. “Don’t they know I’m a nice girl?”  Have you heard this before? Have you told any of these stories? Have any of these stories been spread by you? Have any of these stories been embellished by you? Have you ever wished someone would create stories like this about you?

Through the stories of friends and exaggerations of others, the fantasy is either true or not true? It doesn’t matter. The IDEA is planted and spread. A “slut” is born.

What do you believe?

If these stories persist, the young virgin must face the realization of how to deal with them. Since most of us, at a tender age, listen, no, live for the reaction of our peers, the pressure is immense.

“Will they respect me in the morning?” She’s such a nice girl. “Come on, be one of us.” She’s such a nice girl. “Everyone else does it.” She’s such a nice girl. “It won’t hurt.” she’s such a nice girl. “Trust me.” She’s such a nice girl. “I always wanted to do it anyway.” She’s such a nice girl.

Girl scouts become sluts. Basketball players become sluts. Cheerleaders become sluts. Ballerinas become sluts. Horseback riders become sluts. Debutantes become sluts.

Daddy, don’t fool youself. You fell for sluts, and so will little Bobby, the football star quarterback from Tech who lives down the block. Your wife has agreed with his mom that he takes her to the dance on Saturday. Although he is well groomed and presents himself with lot of “Yes sir, I think we can beat State this year...” and flowers in hand, remember. Bobby views your young virgin daughter, who was riding ponies yesterday, as the hottest babe he hopes to lay his hands on.

Who is a slut...?

You are.

What do I do now?

Now you know who...now what?

Once you find out you are interest in, the “slut” or that you are a “slut”, life changes. Not everyone knows what to do once this revelation is made. Some may try to hide it, some may try to fake it, some may deny it...but the truth is clear. A slut, is a slut, is a slut. And how one reacts to a slut is based on many elements. Is it heredity or is it environment? Just wait and see.

So you were a little upset to find out your pants were wet when you thought you had great control. Did the slut do that? Or is your self-control losing it when around the slut?

What happens when you are around a slut? Do you realize it? The bank teller.... the burger flipper.... the cheerleader.... the woman hanging laundry next door, they could all be sluts. Yes, they all could be sluts.

Just because they look “normal” during the day, when you can see them in the situations of the cultural existence, doesn’t mean that during the evening hours the Slut comes out. The girl who accepts your laundry at the dry cleaners could slide around on satin sheets with one or two of the opposite or same sex doing unspeakable acts of human lust at night.

Think about it. Look around. Is the secretary typing a memo in the front office? Is she a slut? The guy who carries your groceries to your car? Could he deliver an excitement of unforgettable proportions?

Does S-E-X have anything to do with your perceptions? These people who work next to you, drink the same water, go to the same rest rooms, past in the hallways, and sit in the same lunchroom. Do they smell any different after being a “slut”? Could you tell a difference between people who had been a “slut” to one who wasn’t?

If you cannot tell the difference, does that mean that everyone you meet rubs elbows with, pass on the street...could be “sluts”? And if that is true, and everyone else maybe a “slut”, does that mean that everyone else looks at you as a “slut”?

Oh my (or your) God! How do you react to the premise that everyone thinks that you are some sex crazed “slut”?

Sure, in your spare time, after taking off the corporate image, you strap on the leather and force yourself on some unsuspecting virgin. Or you bow to the perverted image of some corporate lawyer and his stepson.

So now you know there is no one you can trust to be a non-slut. You must stop and reevaluate your friends and family. That’s right, family. Can you ever look at your brother or sister and not wonder? Or for that matter, what about mom and dad? That’s right, anyone can be a “slut” and may be living under your roof as we speak.

Scary huh? Well, don’t be scared, it is part of life. The idea of being a slut isn’t as bad as it first seemed. Now that you know that everyone around you is a slut too.

Oops! Did I say too? That would mean that you are already a slut or you think you may.

We all have the potential for presenting the features or status of being a slut in other’s eyes. The imagination is a wonderful thing.

We will follow this notion in later chapters, but to get you ready for this, could you imagine someone or everyone as a slut.

Before we continue too far, let bring us back to the definition of a slut as a sexual premise. There are certain sluts in politics, religion, and business, but we are discussing the personal life that everyone else lives.

How do you identify this slut character and what do you do when you recognize it? What do you want to do when you recognize it? That is the secret question.

Once you find that you or someone around you is a slut, what do you do? How do you react?

Well, I’m sorry that I’m the first one to tell you so far, but these people or yourself have been around since birth and you didn’t even know it. Does it matter? Does it make a difference? Does it change the Ying / Yang of life? The culture? The way the world rotates? I don’t think so.

People don’t smell or act or eat or walk any different after being a slut. You could take a census of sluts and get a true reading. There is not a slut category in the census. That is because the ones that are acting like sluts, are only acting and the other normal reacting beings are or may have been in near or present past reacting like sluts in the out of sight fashion. In other words, you can’t trust your eyes, ears, nose, or the senses to confirm a slut is in your presents.

OK guys, now the time has come for you to face up to your responsibility. Does she like the performance of your immature and ill prepared aggression? Can she tolerate your inaccurate desires? Can she pretend to accept your advances with the utmost pleasure, while satisfy your primal lust and adolescent wants. Will she remain active in the relation?

I married the slut.  Maybe I got her out of a degrading relationship or maybe we just clicked. Perhaps we gave each other what we needed at that period of time. Whatever it was that drew us together, we brought our history with us.