The two things that I dig most
on a woman are a nice big pair of… swim fins. Some of my earliest
sexual fantasies revolve around Jacqueline Bisset in The Deep. It’s
frustrating to have such a bizarre fetish. There is a small subculture
devoted to scuba fetishism on the internet, but it’s a total
sausage/snorkel fest. One day I’m heading somewhere tropical like
Hawaii, where I hope to meet scuba divas. Until then, what do you
suggest? Give up my fetish and embrace vanilla? Or redouble my efforts
to find one of the maybe half-dozen women in the world into this?
Fin Fun Fan
It’s amazing how the sight of something as
innocuous-yet-titillating as the poster for The Deep can, if a
young man lays eyes on it at just the right moment, endow that boy with
a lifelong/love-life-complicating fetish. I ponder this phenomenon
every time I see that ad...
...i>The Deep can, if a
young man lays eyes on it at just the right moment, endow that boy with
a lifelong/love-life-complicating fetish. I ponder this phenomenon
every time I see that ad for Old Spice’s new Live Wire body wash
featuring an impossibly hot centaur soaping up in the shower. (While
you regard your fetish as a burden, FFF, at least you can find scuba
gear. Where are all the fetishists being created by Old Spice supposed
to find centaurs?)
The odds that you will one day meet one of
the very few women out there who share your fetish are slim, FFF. But
let’s say you manage to track one down. What are the odds that you’ll
be attracted to her physically? And emotionally? Slim and slimmer. Your
best bet is to date women you find attractive, demonstrate that you’re
a decent and loving guy who can enjoy vanilla sex, and then roll out
your fetish.
Some would argue that withholding info about
your fetish is dishonest. I would argue, however, that “withholding”
info about a harmless fetish—FFF just wants to play dress-up,
he’s not into shit or shunts or shin splints—demonstrates a
certain degree of emotional intelligence. Waiting about three months
says to prospective scuba babes, “Hey, I wanted you to get to know me
before I told you this, because I realize that it might strike you as
odd. And while I’m kinky, I’m not obtuse or insensitive.”
I am a straight 22-year-old
male who identifies as a crossdresser. I enjoy it, and I’m okay with
myself. But my ex-girlfriend revealed to me that it made her feel like
less of a woman and that I was doing the female version of emasculation
to her. (Ask.com says the word is
“femasculation.”) How can I work through this with my ex so we can get
back together?
Bashfully Oblivious Ovary Buster
Either your ex was honestly threatened by
your crossdressing, BOOB, or she’s doing what a lot of us do when a
seemingly decent relationship comes to shit for no good reason: She’s
looking for an explanation, and your crossdressing is the low-hanging
fruit. Blaming the cross-dressing allows her to rationalize the breakup
in a way that leaves you both blameless, i.e., the relationship was
done in by your panties and not by something that she did or by
something that you had any real control over.
Can you help her work through this? Probably
not, BOOB, particularly if she was actually feeling “femasculated.” You
could agree to stop crossdressing, but you’ll only wind up doing it on
the sly. You’ll get caught in panties and end up dumped all over again.
And if pointing to your crossdressing was just a rationalization, BOOB,
then there’s nothing to solve here, no way of working through this.
Find a new girlfriend.
I’m a 24-year-old guy, and I
just got a blowjob from (and gave a half-assed one to) a transsexual
male-to-female prostitute. It was no accident: I’d spent about two
years looking at TS porn (as well as regular guys-doing-it-with-girls
porn), and the whole thing seemed like a hot idea. But the
plastic-surgery scars around her tits and her cock in my mouth kind of
made me nauseated. I went through the motions only because I didn’t
have the guts to walk out. (We both had condoms on.)
I’m not sure if I can face my girlfriend of
a year. I’ve been faithful to her until now, and I feel like crying. I
don’t know if it’s because it was illegal (prostitution), because I was
cheating on her (unfaithful), or because I can’t say I’m totally
straight anymore (cock in my mouth). I don’t know how to tell my
girlfriend. She knows I look at porn, but she doesn’t know I look at TS
porn—no one does.
Regrets About
Gay Experience
Paradoxically, RAGE, going down on a shemale
escort shores up your heterosexual bona fides. Gay guys don’t frequent
and/or fellate shemale escorts (on purpose or by accident); getting
with shemales is an entirely straight-male pursuit. So you can go right
on identifying as straight, RAGE. Of course you aren’t totally
straight—try thinking of yourself as something more than
straight, not less—but you’re close enough that you can round
yourself down to straight with a clear conscience. (Offer void the day
you start blowing hemale escorts.)
As for the rest of your angst: If you’re
serious about this woman, then cheating on her like this was a shitty
thing to do. But you’re not married yet, RAGE, and now’s the time to
get out there and satisfy any outstanding sexual
curiosities—before marriage and before kids. And while
unburdening yourself to the girlfriend may sound like the noble thing
to do—honesty being the best policy and all—each of us gets
to take at least one big secret to the grave. If this truly was a
one-time, lesson-learned, never-again experience, let it be the secret
you’re buried with.
Finally, RAGE, good on you and your
escort for using condoms. But there are a whole host of sexually
transmitted infections you could’ve picked up from her, condom or no
condom. Make whatever excuse you need to in order to get out of having
sex with the girlfriend, go get a full STI screening, and refrain from
having sex until you get the all clear from your doctor.
While your response for To
Rape Or Not To Rape is great advice to keep a horny guy out of a legal
jam, you failed to consider whether the woman TRONTR is corresponding
with is an actual consenting person. Just because TRONTR has couple of
IMs, a photo, and e-mail consent to rape one janedoe@geemale
.com
doesn’t mean he’s actually corresponding with a person who shares his
fantasy. He could be corresponding with a person impersonating Jane
Doe. I have friends who’ve had personal ads placed online with their
names, photos, and addresses imploring someone to abduct and rape them.
The situation reeks of a setup, and your advice is irresponsible.
Poster Bitch
TRONTR indicated in his letter that he
wouldn’t do anything with this person until he met her in person for
drinks and verified her identity and interests. I encouraged him to get
it in writing in addition to getting a verbal and visual
confirmation, not in place of either. There are people out there
maliciously posting personal ads; there are also people out there
sincerely interested in rape and abduction role-play scenes. Anyone
thinking about realizing a fantasy as extreme and edgy as
abduction/rape role-play needs to get it in writing and from the
lips of the person or persons with whom he or she intends to play.
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