Hey, Everybody: After I stuck a sexual fantasy of my own into the column–Brad Pitt coming all over Ashton Kutcher’s face–a reader suggested that I devote an entire column to my readers’ sexual fantasies. Upping the ante, I decided to have a sexual-fantasy contest, with prizes going to readers whose sexual fantasies were selected for publication.
Well, after slogging through hundreds of e-mails from straight guys and lesbians who want to do Britney Spears, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Nicole Kidman, and the Olsen twins, and gay guys and straight women who want to do the guy in the Dell Computer commercials, Russell Crowe, George Stephanopoulos, and John Walker Lindh (in his clean-shaven, on-trial-for-his-life incarnation), I’ve come to the conclusion that other people’s sexual fantasies are BORING. Reading about other people’s sexual fantasies is like listening to someone tell you about a dream he had last night; it’s dull, dull,...
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...a dream he had last night; it’s dull, dull, dull.
Therefore, I want to apologize to my readers for boring you with my sexual fantasy–Brad Pitt coming all over Ashton Kutcher’s face–and I’m canceling the sexual-fantasy contest. Much thanks to all who entered, but no prizes will be awarded. Sharing my own sexual fantasy was a mistake, the contest was a mistake, reading all of those e-mails was certainly a mistake. Instead of tossing good column inches after bad, I’m going to cut my losses and scrap the contest.
BUT! I love contests, so I’m replacing the sexual-fantasy contest with a bigger, better contest with BIGGER, BETTER PRIZES!!! See if you can guess the nature of this contest as you read this week’s column….
Okay, so I’m an 18-year-old girl and I’m a virgin and I want to find some random
guy to have sex with. Is that wrong?
Pissed Off Chick
Call it “narrow-minded,” “mid-Victorian,” “puritanical,” or whatever may come
to mind, but sex outside of marriage is unacceptable.
Sex outside of marriage is a bad bargain when you measure what you stand to gain against what you stand to lose. What are the gains? Popularity? Nonsense. The pushovers may get a flurry of attention, but it doesn’t last long. The word gets around, and soon the free and easy “make-out” has a rotten reputation.
My son recently came out as gay. I’m from the city and I’ve known gay people,
including some lovely couples, but my born-and-raised-on-the-ranch husband refuses
to believe two men can form a lasting bond. He thinks all homosexuals are promiscuous
and lonely, and he’s worried for our son. I’ve told him that not all gay people
are like that.
Unfortunately, we are just like that. One of the main features of homosexuality is promiscuity. It stands to reason. Homosexuals are trying to do the impossible: solving the problem with only half the pieces. We say we want sexual gratification and love but we eliminate, right from the start, the most obvious source of love and gratification–woman.
My girlfriend and I just had a baby and she’s breastfeeding. We’re concerned
about one thing: We smoke pot. Will it harm the baby?
Marin County Couple
Like the answer to many other questions about marijuana, its effects on babies
is unknown. But there is certainly a strong possibility it might be excreted
in mother’s milk. Your baby is on a good trip anyway when at its mother’s breast
and marijuana probably won’t make it any better. Why take a chance?
I’m a 21-year-old straight guy who has always been turned on by rough stuff–nothing
extreme, just little bites, slapping her ass, holding her down while kissing.
My current girlfriend doesn’t like rough stuff, which is fine. I don’t have
to do it. But she tells me that I’m a sadist who hates women and says she’s
going to break up with me if I don’t get into therapy.
Rough Stuff in Denver
The toughest problem Christians have with sex is how to feel about their own
sexuality. In your case, a tinge of sadism can be a tolerable eccentricity if
it is controlled. There is an enormous difference between a slight, seductive
sadism, limited to playful skirmishes on the one hand, and compulsively destructive
sadism on the other. Playful sadism between sexual partners is controlled by
love; the lover stops when the partner complains.
I have a boyfriend of about three years now who is getting increasingly jealous
and possessive. There seems to be no deterring my boyfriend from his mistrust
in me, despite the fact that it is unfounded. Is there a way to curb this behavior?
Jealous Boyfriend Troubles
Jealousy is a passion with which those most afflicted are least worthy of love. No couple should allow their associations to develop into an engagement and marriage if either one has any inclination to jealousy. It shows invariably a want of sufficient confidence, and that want of confidence, instead of being diminished after marriage, is liable to increase, until by the aid of imagination and wrong interpretation the home is made a hell and divorce a necessity. Jealousy is always the sign of weakness or madness. Avoid a jealous disposition.
The theme of this week’s column?
That’s right, it’s PLAGIARISM! In honor of poor Doris Kearns Goodwin and dumb ol’ Stephen Ambrose–two prominent historians caught up in twin plagiarism scandals–all of the answers in this week’s column were lifted from books of advice written by other people. (All of the questions were sent in by my readers.) Here’s how the contest works:
The Grand Prize goes to the first person who can correctly identify all five of the writers whose work I plagiarized, and give me the name of the books I lifted the passages from. I WILL FLY THE GRAND PRIZE WINNER TO LAS VEGAS FOR A FUN-FILLED WEEKEND, I will put you up at the Bellagio, and I will personally join you in Las Vegas for a long weekend of gambling, hookers, and booze, all of it on me. I’m offering such a grand Grand Prize because I’m confident that NO ONE will be able to correctly identify all five of the writers whose work I’ve plagiarized–not even the braying jackasses at The Weekly Standard who exposed Ambrose and Goodwin.
I’m so certain no one will win the Grand Prize, I’m going to offer a Not So Grand Prize to anyone who correctly identifies four of the writers whose work I’ve passed off as my own. The Not So Grand Prize winner will be flown to Reno, Nevada, “The Biggest Little City in the World,” for a fun-filled weekend on me. Finally, anyone who can correctly identify three of the writers gets a subscription to The Weekly Standard. If more than one person correctly IDs the writers I’m ripping off this week–IMPOSSIBLE! NOT GONNA HAPPEN!–one winner will be selected at random; the winner must live in the continental U.S. or Canada. The deadline for entering this contest is March 31, 2003 (to give everyone plenty of time to do the research).
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