Seize the Day

...p> Thanks for sharing, NOGO. A simple remedy for the dreaded “splash-back” phenomenon: Lay a strip of toilet paper (approximately six to eight inches long) in the toilet bowl prior to letting fly. The poop will land softly on it and prevent all anus/bowl water contact. Innovative In Carolina Thanks for sharing, IIC. This is in reference to your “Brad Pitt coming on Ashton Kutcher’s face” fantasy. Brad, excellent; Ashton, excellent; bondage, excellent. What I don’t get is the coming on the face part. I am a female in a relationship with a male. Through him I have of course become aware of the prevalence in straight male pornography of coming on women’s faces, and now I see that this seems to figure for gay males as well. No one has ever come on my face, but if they did, I know I would feel pretty degraded. So tell me, Dan, why does something that seems so degrading to the other person figure in these fantasies? Young Enquiring [sic] Chick Cum Hater Coming all over someone’s face doesn’t just seem degrading, YECCH, it actually is degrading, and it’s for precisely that reason so many people get off on it–and I can’t imagine the news that some men and women enjoy doing dirty and degrading things would come as a shock to anyone who reads my column on a regular basis. Coming on someone’s face is not about sweet, sweet love, it’s about hot, hot sex. There is a “marking my territory” element to it, and I’m happy to report that it’s a kind of symbolic violation of the person whose face is being ejaculated on. As the man comes, he’s thinking, “Oh, yeah, she wants my dick so fuckin’ bad that she’ll let me shoot all over her fucking face.” The exact same sexy, degrading, erotic charge that inspires some men to come all over women’s faces also inspires some gay men to do the same to their partners. Living in Hollywood, one sees celebrities in their natural habitat with numbing frequency. As luck would have it, the week after you wrote about Brad Pitt coming on Ashton Kutcher’s face I ran into young Master Kutcher outside a French restaurant on Franklin Avenue. I thought it might warm your heart to know that I couldn’t look in his direction without picturing gobs of Brad Pitt’s semen dripping off his nose and chin. Star Gazing in L.A. Thanks for sharing, SGLA. Way to go, Dan! A column that was all sex and no politics, with a huge variety of titillating topics! Just one question. Who the hell is Ashton Kutcher? Clue Me In WHO IS ASHTON KUTCHER? Ashton Kutcher is ONLY the most beautiful man on television today. He plays Kelso on the Fox’s That ’70s Show, and has appeared in a handful of movies (all of them awful), including Down to You, Texas Rangers, and Dude, Where’s My Car? He is frequently the subject of heavy-breathing stories in teenybopper magazines like Tiger Beat, Teen People, and The New Republic. Ashton is so famous that there are currently 40 Ashton Kutcher items for sale on eBay, including an autographed index card, a pair of his pants, and a mint-condition Dude, Where’s My Car? lobby placard. And not only is Ashton beautiful, he’s also the perfect male facial victim, as he’s got a broad, open face, with plenty of surface area, and his eyes are widely spaced, which would make it possible for Brad to shoot him between the eyes without actually getting any spunk in his eyes. I have to agree with KS in Portland, who felt you shouldn’t spend so much of your column talking about Brad Pitt coming on Ashton Kutcher’s face. I think you should devote your time to other subjects, such as Josh Hartnett riding Ben Affleck’s cock, or Heath Ledger giving Chris Klein a tongue bath, or maybe a Hobbit threesome featuring Frodo, Merry, and Pippin. In a column that devotes so much space to disturbing subjects like pain, excrement, and heterosexuals, this would be a welcome relief. By the way, can’t Ashton come on Brad once in a while? Need A Few Minutes Alone I’m sure Ashton could come on Brad’s face in reality, but we’re not talking about reality here. Remember, this is my fantasy. Do what you like with Ashton and Brad–and Josh, Ben, Heath, Charlie, Frodo, Merry, and Pippin–in your own fantasies, NAFMA, but in my fantasies Brad will always be coming on Ashton’s face. I don’t know what public opinion is, but I for one would like to cast a vote in favor of your fantasies appearing in the column, Dan. Actually, maybe you should just run an entire column of your fantasies or readers’ fantasies or a mix of the two. Hearing other people’s fantasies is always fascinating and lets those who beat themselves up over their “twisted” desires know that there are others like them out there. Have One Today It’s been a while since we’ve had a contest here at Savage Love, HOT, but your letter has inspired me. I’m inviting my readers to send in their sexual fantasies. I’ll select the best of my readers’ fantasies, mix in one of my own, and publish them all in a future column. (Keep it short, folks: just the players, a scenario, and a few details. I’m not interested in wading through stacks of slash or Ashton Kutcher epics.) Readers whose sexual fantasies are selected for publication will receive a five-dollar bill. Readers who spot my sexual fantasy will be entered in a drawing for a Dude, Where’s My Car? DVD, an index card autographed by Ashton Kutcher, and a year’s subscription to Teen People and The New Republic. HEY EVERYBODY! It’s time to smash some shit up! Every year, the day before Valentine’s Day, The Stranger hosts a party for the single and the bitter. Bring a momento of your most recent failed relationship, and we’ll destroy it onstage. Purge your bitter memories! Bond with other single folks! This bash is always a blast–so come early…. (Wed Feb 13 at Re-bar, 1114 Howell St at Boren.) mail@savagelove.net