Fortuny Sucks

...coming.” Chuck First, a little reassurance for the folks who write to me: You can count on my discretion. I don’t share your e-mails with anyone; when I bring in a guest expert, he or she only gets to see the body of your question—not your name or e-mail address—and only after I edit out identifying details. I never forward e-mails to friends, I never share pictures, and I delete all e-mails once they’re six months old. Okay, on to Jason Fortuny: I’ve been following this fucked-up story, Chuck, and it pisses me off in so many ways that I hardly know where to begin. In what Fortuny grandly called “The Craigslist Experiment,” he posed as a kinky woman and posted a sex ad with a photo, then invited “str8 brutal dom muscular” males “who like 2 give intense pain and discipline” to write and respond. Now, an experiment is a test designed to discover whether a particular theory is correct, and Fortuny’s grand hypothesis basically amounted to this: Would extremely kinky men respond to a personal ad that they believed had been placed by an extremely kinky woman? Well, what do you know—they would and they did, and in droves. That should have been the end of this experiment, but Jason wasn’t really interested in seeing what sort of response his ad would get, but in exposing and humiliating the men who replied to his ad. Fortuny not only posted their responses online, he also posted pictures he had been sent—along with real names, work e-mails, phone numbers, physical addresses, and transcripts of chats he had with some of his victims. So what are we to make of this? Well, it reminds us that responding to personal ads is a risky business. You just don’t know to whom (a sexy sub girl?) or what (a total asshole?) you’re responding. But let’s not overstate the risk: Millions of people post and respond to personal ads every day (perhaps a few hundred thousand less today, thanks to Fortuny), and until now no one has ever pulled such an asshole move. Still, anyone using internet personals should remember that people do lie, discretion is warranted, you shouldn’t use your work e-mail, etc. What strikes me as tragic about this mess is that the men who are suffering the most for the high crime of wanting to meet a kinky woman—the men who shared their real names, numbers, places of employment—were doing the decent, responsible thing. Women into BDSM exist, and they take out personal ads to find men who share their kinks. People like me tell submissive women (and men) to take some simple precautions before hooking up with a new person—get his real name, get his real phone number, have your first meeting in a public place, ask him to tell you where he works, ask for references. A kinky top is asking a kinky bottom to trust him—not to actually harm her, to respect her limits, to honor her safe word—and a top can earn that trust by sharing his real name, phone number, and other info that will allow the bottom to confirm that he is who he says he is. That’s why Fortuny’s stunt pisses me off so much. It’s the men that did the right thing—again, the guys who shared their real names and phone numbers, the men who sent face pictures and not just cock shots—who are going to suffer the most. However kinky these guys are, however naive they are (some personal ads are too good to be true, fellas), they shouldn’t be punished for doing the right and honorable thing. As for Fortuny, the sexual interests of the men he’s violated so sadistically is distracting some people from the real villain in this piece. The men who responded to his ad, whatever their sexual interests, weren’t doing Fortuny or anyone else any harm, and not one of them deserved this. If there’s any justice on this earth, Fortuny will shortly be the subject of a similar experiment in privacy violation. Surely Fortuny, like 98 percent of all men, has some sexual interest or interests that others might find odd. I suspect pissed off BDSMers are currently hacking his home computer in an effort to find out. As for the clenched-butt fuckwits who think these guys had it coming because they’re into BDSM, I can only say this: What’s on your internet-browser history, motherfuckers? Would you come off smelling like a rose if your fantasy life was spread all over the internet? Have a little sympathy, motherfuckers. It could’ve happened to you. You recently spoke of transsexual men (FTM) in a somewhat benevolent manner. However, you made a very uneducated statement with regards to transsexual women. You stated that the only male-to-female transsexuals you know are heterosexual men who went through the transition and became lesbians afterward. I am a 27-year-old black woman. I also happen to be a pre-op transsexual, with a goal of sex-reassignment surgery. I grew up from the age of 5 knowing that I felt and identified as female. I have literally been able to pass as female from the age of 10. At 12, I knew I was into men. Your statement about only knowing male-to-female transsexual lesbians makes me think maybe you need to do some learning about human sexuality! Disappointed In Savage I hear you, DIS, but I don’t think you heard me. I’m aware that MTFs come in all flavors—gay identified, straight identified, lesbian, bi, etc.—but in that column we were discussing the phenomenon of lesbians in their 20s, 30s, and 40s suddenly realizing that they’re transsexuals and making the transition as adults, a phenomenon that is causing some consternation in the lesbian community. “The reason there’s no imbroglio in the gay community is because adult gay men rarely, if ever, decide to change their gender,” I wrote in the column you’re referring to. “I’ve never known a single adult gay man who decided to run off and become a woman. The only men I’ve known who changed their gender as adults were heterosexually identified men who now identify as lesbians.” Your experience illustrates an additional point that I should have paused to make, DIS: Most MTFs who identify as straight women transition in adolescence. That doesn’t seem to be the case with FTMs. [email protected]