In the wake of reading the "washingtonienne" by a Ms. Jessica Cutler, I got to discussing the fine lines between whore, slut, and just plain social with a couple friends and here are the thoughts that I have concluded upon.
Whore: Someone who does it for what it will get them in the future.... this would be the majority of where the "washingtonienne" comes into play, the whore will do it for money, for cars, for jewelery... whores are generally looked down on.... and I think the epitome of whoredom definitely is exemplified with the picture of Ms. Cutler on the steps of the capitol building flashing her hoo-ha and her boobs for all of DC to see.... and the readers of Playboy/Penthouse or whatever skin mag it was in. Now this is different from accepting "donations" as I like to call them.... donations are not monetary gifts, they aren't rent, and you can't usually put them in your wallet/manbag/purse. These are the dinners/theatre tickets/weekends at the beach/trips to europe *ps if anyone wants to take me back to europe I'm game* These donations are totally acceptable and just a symbol of your gentlemans affection for you...... jewelery is also acceptable as long as it's not gold *tacky* and as long as it's nothing that starts with R and ends with ING.
Slut: A slut is someone who should basically be studied scientifically for all the sex that they have/ want. Sluts can do it in the morning, in the evening, even at supper time and can and will with pretty much any available person... Now unfortunately this is where much of the gay male population comes into play.... now take a man in his twenties, hormones going bonkers, body sculpted by Results/Ballys/WSC, and square that..... I'm suprised that gay men can hold down jobs (and no honey not those kind of jobs, although the good lord knows they can be hard work!)
Just Plain Social: Being just plain social is where the majority of the gay community resides.... Being just plain social allows you to have one too many G+T's and lip lock on the dancefloor at Cobalt.... or find yourself at the end of the night with 3 numbers and not really know how you got them or why your pants are partially unbuttoned.... being social allows you to be at Gay Church aka brunch on Sunday and have your friend say who's that guy you were making out with and feeling up on last night and reply with... I think his name is Joe....No Ryan.... Oh well I know he's from Dallas.....
I think to put any of us in one category is a hard task to accomplish, unless you've got a libido that would make Jenna Jameson blush, too intent on keeping that rent check from Mister man coming in or haven't had a crazy weekend that makes you step back and say yikes.... I did that???? Cuz I know I've had my moments.... and so has Chip *cough PRIDE cough* :)