Introduction

Why is the fine line between sluthood and elegance so fascinating to me?  I don't know.

But what we are going to do here is set up a discussion about love and sex and relating and goodwill.  We are going to find that where the pearl forms around the grain of sand, at least for me.  By turns, this blog may get into a wholly non-judgmental investigation of love, art, coffee, hard sex, gentle snuggling, NPR, NFL, porn, architecture, golf ... who knows.  We will track the different feelings and moods that lead to the yin-yang that makes feminine deliciousness so transcendant.  Let this blog be an encomium to those rare, dirty, pretty, lovely, gentle, hilarious, smart girls who make life so utterly worth living.

My goal here at The Elegant Slut. is to write about sex and love and porn and fashion with an unapologetic, unabashed male viewpoint. Call it a Beauty and the Beast thing, but I've always been attracted to pretty girls and some of them have returned the favor.  Go figure.  I’ve never felt a lustful-yet-respectful male gaze was an impertinent thing. It only gets creepy when there's not respect or love.  Sure, some folks equate this kind of gaze with disrespect, or with objectification that in their minds amounts to with disrespect.  But I categorically reject those views.  The amazing women who have passed in and out of my life, some of whose pictures may appear here from time to time, are all very different but they have all understood that the gaze is vital to our bond. So we're going to dwell on it a bit, and hopefully have fun in the process.  Heck, maybe even figure out some things.