Yes, I Am a Gentleman, Albeit a Filthy One

Of Ladies and Honorifics

Once, to keep my profile fresh, I had dared ask three lady writer friends for a descriptive quote. One of these (from the late Lucy Ludlow, RIP) was,

“Gentleman Pervert, pervert used only in the best sense of the word.”

This was a badge of honor from such a gifted writer and such a dirty, nasty sweetheart, the closest of friends.

Now some people think that a Gentleman role precludes being filthy or deliciously nasty, and nothing could be farther from the truth. It does mean that this is done with class and respect, with non-judgment, trustworthiness, and more.

The Gentleman role has rules, yes, Gentleman rules (duh) which I relish, such rules meaning that Ladies can be as filthy as they want to be, within these rules of non-judgment- while… always remaining Ladies.

Ladies, after all, have the same freedoms as men, to be as slutty as they want to be… which should be able to be performed without shame, or lack of respect for who she is as a human being.

Meanwhile…

Ugh, there’s really no way for the above to do my thoughts justice, so let me elaborate.

A million years ago, at a Sunday football tailgate party with like-minded friends there was a side conversation overheard about a party that occurred on Friday night of that weekend.

I sat across from the male half of my then-mentor couple, and next to some guys I didn’t know, who were reminiscing about that party. Their (the guys I didn’t know) conversation went as follows, but we must first create a fictitious name for a woman at that party, let’s call her Tampa.

(I’m paraphrasing, but this accurately reflects their conversation.)

“Wow, that Tampa is such a slut, such a whore, a real piece of work.”… plus a few more sentences back and forth, where it was clear that they were not speaking of her context within the event, but speaking about her, judgmentally, now, out here, as a person.

My friend and I made quick eye contact, his facial expression speaking volumes, that these clowns would never be vetted to another event of his or his friends again… (a fact confirmed through later conversation).

These guys irritated me enough that I can relate this story as if it had occurred yesterday. They may have been vetted and satisfied the rules of consent, of behavior within the event, but they sadly fully failed on the rules of respect, of non-judgment, of only rating someone by who they are as a human being, not by their activities “within the space”.

That they had the nerve of being in the presence of this Goddess, Tampa- who may have even indulged them in the fullest at the event… within her role as consensual free-use fucktoy, of cumslut, of a whore to be used by all comers? Who knows?

But whether they had been with her or not, they were undeserving of merely being in her presence during their time within the event. These were not Gentlemen.

A Gentlemen uses these descriptive terms (fucktoy, cumslut, whore, and infinite others) only as honorifics, as terms of respect, as terms meant to describe the persona only within the sacred activities, and not to describe the person, the human being outside of the sensual cocoon.

A Gentleman knows how to treat a Tampa harshly, giving her what she wants, to the utmost of his filthy imagination and desires… and hers, too. But then, outside that cocoon of depravity and debauchery, a Gentleman knows…

That Tampa was a great person, a wonderful mom, someone who exceeded at her profession. The neighbor or friend anyone would want to have. And that’s the only way a Gentleman would judge her as a person.

Unfortunately, I’ve heard other terrible “locker room” talk over the years, and it’s an inhuman insult every time.

So I am, and remain, a Gentleman.

FiftyWrites™ is a Hedonist, Kinkster and Erotica Writer based in South Florida.

Fifty Writes™-

These words are all from my mind, and are not generated by artificial intelligence (AI).

Of Ladies and Honorifics

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