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...bts or child support. No wonder he wants to marry my sister! We showed my sister the PI’s findings. She denied that any of this information was true, and is now more determined than ever to marry COM! My sister will not listen to reason. Our parents have tried. The PI has tried. I have tried. My friends and her friends have tried to talk some sense into her—but she won’t hear it. She’s planning a big wedding—for which our parents have told her they are not paying—and says she’s in love with “an older gentleman.” Dan, is there anything we can do to prevent her from ruining her life? My Sister’s Keeper Nope. Your letter is so long, MSK, and I feel obligated to pound out an equally lengthy response, but “nope” covers it. It’s your sister’s life and you can’t stop her from ruining it. You and the parents have done your due diligence, but any further attempts to pry your sister away from COM will only cause her to cling to him more desperately. One day your sister will leave the asshole and apologize to you, and the only course of action now is to avoid doing anything that pushes that day further into the future. And how do you avoid doing that? By shutting the fuck up. By allowing your idiot sister to screw her life up without forcing her to deny that she’s doing just that. Once you’ve stopped putting her in the position of having to defend COM, maybe you can patch things up. And once you’ve patched things up, MSK, maybe you can take your sister out and get her good and drunk. And once she’s passed out, maybe you can slip an IUD inside her. I’m 47 and have three kids. One is 19 and has his own place, but my 22-year-old son and my 12-year-old daughter live with me. My salary is minimum wage and I live in a two-bedroom apartment, so I sleep in the living room. Some years ago I met someone, but he wasn’t interested because I didn’t earn enough. Another man told me to leave my daughter with my son the whole weekend if I wanted a chance with him. I told him that, like it or not, my daughter is part of my life. Some friends told me that guys were not interested because I’m no longer “Playboy material.” I have gained weight, but I’m not a monster! I always thought that there’s one right person for everybody. Now I don’t know. I know you will tell me that there’s someone out there for everyone and that people find love at 50, 60, even 70. But I want someone now. I want to go out, have sex, and have fun. I have a good life—I read mystery novels, I watch TV, I surf the web. But I feel so alone! I want to cry it hurts so much! Please help me! A Lonely One Needs Encouragement I’m going to tell you that there’s someone out there for everyone? When did you start reading Savage Love? Last week? I hate having to kick you when you’re down, but here goes: There isn’t someone out there for everyone. If there were, no one would be alone, and I don’t need to tell you that there are lots of unhappily single people out there. (Unhappily single people are not to be confused with happily single people.) So the best advice I can give you is to reconcile yourself to the possibility of being alone, while at the same time making some changes that will increase your odds of meeting someone. Novels, TV, and web surfing are nice, but they’re not great ways to meet men. (Well, web surfing is—but it’s not a great way to meet men who aren’t going to judge you on looks alone.) If money is tight, charge your 22-year-old son rent. If it’s childcare you need, ask your 19-year-old if he can look after his sister once or twice a month. Then get the fuck out of your apartment, ALONE. I wake up every morning thankful that the people I’ve voted into power—men like George W. Bush—have more important things to do than lick sperm off the ground or deal with the results of drinking too much urine. Mike C. No disrespect to sperm licker-uppers or urine drinkers everywhere, but it’s entirely possible that the president can be counted among their number. A person’s political leanings, competence, and command of the English language tell us very little about their sexual conduct. Indeed, one study in the mid-’90s found that conservatives were kinkier than liberals. And as we’ve seen time and again, folks who bitch about the sexual perversions of others are frequently perverse motherfuckers themselves. Which means it’s possible that the president licks Dick Cheney’s sperm off the ground three times a week, and that you, Mike, long to drink a tall, warm glass of Bill Frist’s urine. You just never know. Straight Rights Update: Earlier this month Republicans in South Dakota successfully banned abortion in that state. Last week the GOP-controlled state house of representatives in Missouri voted to ban state-funded family-planning clinics from dispensing birth control. “If you hand out contraception to single women,” one Republican state rep told the Kansas City Star, “we’re saying promiscuity is okay.” On the federal level, Republicans are blocking the over-the-counter sale of emergency contraception and keeping a 100 percent effective HPV vaccine—a vaccine that will save the lives of thousands of women every year—from being made available. The GOP’s message to straight Americans: If you have sex, we want it to fuck up your lives as much as possible. No birth control, no emergency contraception, no abortion services, no life-saving vaccines. If you get pregnant, tough shit. You’re going to have those babies, ladies, and you’re going to make those child-support payments, gentlemen. And if you get HPV and it leads to cervical cancer, well, that’s too bad. Have a nice funeral, slut. What’s it going to take to get a straight-rights movement off the ground? The GOP in Kansas is seeking to criminalize hetero heavy petting, for God’s sake! Wake up and smell the freaking Holy War, breeders! The religious right hates heterosexuality just as much as it hates homosexuality. Fight back! mail@savagelove.net