In the previous article I vented my anger at the situation in which women behave like sluts and whores instead of acting like ladies. Although the difference between the two is intuitively clear to me and I could cite clear examples of both, it is quite difficult to define them unequivocally and I struggled a bit trying to put my thoughts on this matter in order.

The first thing that probably comes to one’s mind when trying to think of ladies is that they don’t enjoy sex, because they are somehow above that, or at least they pretend to be. I find this quite awkward, because I never, ever had sex with a woman who didn’t have an orgasm like the perfect lady; an orgasm is the most ladylike point in a woman’s life. Sluttiness is the reason why I don’t watch porn, because I find it to be the exact opposite of what I associate sex with. Sex, the real thing, is the most sincere, honest and beautiful thing, and the irony is, whores and sluts don’t have orgasms. They whine and moan and pant and scream while they fake it, but in order for a woman to have an orgasm, she needs to check all the bullshit at the door, she needs to discard all pretense and “come home”, into the truth of her being, and this truth of a woman’s being is the main reason why I, as a man, have sex with women, because this moment of a woman’s truth, surrender and utmost vulnerability is incredibly beautiful.

As an example, I will link to an art project in which a woman sits at the table and reads from a random book, in a decent, formal setting, fully dressed, while being sexually stimulated with a vibrator. The result are women at the most ladylike behavior I can think of – trying to retain composure and focus while fighting a losing battle with the unbearable, raw urge to have a violent orgasm on camera. None of them are trying to be sexy, or seductive; they try to remain calm and composed and you can see how they gradually lose it, for moments at first, but their focus is drawn inwards until the impulse is too strong for them to resist and they surrender, in the moment of raw, pure, undiluted truth, which shows orgasm more as a spiritual experience than something we can perceive as “sexy”. That’s why I think whores and sluts cannot orgasm. If they want to, they need to stop being sluts and whores and surrender all that bullshit and posture and commerce, and they need to become true ladies at least for a moment, where they come home, into their truth, naked and completely vulnerable, in total surrender. Those videos are the exact opposite of pornography – in pornography, you see everything in sex that is meaningless and trivial, everything that is fake. You see every bit of a woman’s breasts and genitals and yet you see nothing of the woman. Here, you see the woman fully clad yet fully revealed, in the rawest moment of her sexuality, the true, full orgasm as she desperately fights for control and loses. This is what makes a perfect lady – sincerity, honesty, composure, self-possession and truth, because a lady doesn’t try to appear sexual, she doesn’t try to experience an orgasm. She tries not to, often quite desperately, and fails in complete surrender.

And that is why we, the heterosexual men, love the ladies and despise the sluts; because the ladies are truly like us. They fight for control against the powerful force of their sexuality, just like us, and they are in touch with their truth, which is that they cannot win; they can only desperately try to control the moment when they lose.

The ladies are like a bottle of champagne; all that pressure under very tight control and contained. You can feel the pressure only by the very subtle signs that indicate slight lapses of control, and in this we, men, recognize them as kindred souls, because we, too, always present a very controlled, polite front with hardly ever a lapse, and it excites us to see women doing the same, because nothing shows the sexual excitement more than the force of control one needs to apply in order to keep it buttoned up.

The sluts and whores, they are like a can of cheap beer. Lots of hiss and foam, but no pop. Cheap, but unexciting. A paradox is that overtly sexualized, slutty women are as unexciting to men as rapists and overtly drooling men are to women. It’s just a huge “yukk!”, like a glass of warm, stale beer with a dead fly floating on top. A lady, however, with her thousands of PSI of sexual pressure carefully bottled up and caged, a lady who guards herself, careful, invokes a gentleman’s deep empathy, and a desire to be the one she chooses to relinquish her immaculate control with. After all, champagne is something that is reserved for special occasions, and it’s a very profound experience to be the one in whose arms a perfect lady will completely lose it.