Mistaken Identity

...less to say, I hurt his feelings, and for a couple of years he respected my demands. However, during the past year I’ve allowed him to perform anilingus on me, finger me, and have even let him insert a narrow vibrator. At first I found this disgusting, but I let him play to avoid hurting his feelings. Soon I came to enjoy the sexual stimulation it gave me, but I didn’t tell him that I liked it. Now the problem: Last month, after way too much to drink, he tried to slip his cock in my ass and I finally let him in. OH MY GOD! What a fantastic experience. Talk about fireworks! Just thinking about it turns me on. But at the same time I feel guilty for having done it because I think it’s dirty and that only sluts do that. I never told him how much I liked it. We’ve made love since then, but he avoids my butt like he used to. I’d love to do it again, but can’t bring myself to ask for it. Is there any way that I can have the best of both worlds? Thank you, Dan. Can’t Openly Naturally Discuss Interest P.S. Could you print this letter? He reads your column faithfully, and if he sees it he just might get up his courage and try again. Here’s your letter, CONDI. Hopefully your boyfriend will read it, recognize you, and find the courage to bang away at your ass without making you beg for it, thereby preventing you from having to admit what a dirty little butt-sex-obsessed slut you are. Well! It looks like my work here is done. Oh no, wait: Before we move on, a word of warning to others out there who think they recognize CONDI. This butt-sex-obsessed slut included tons of identifying details in her letter: age, height, weight, profession, hair color, location—everything short of a Google map to her apartment. CONDI did this, of course, because she wanted to make damn sure her boyfriend recognized her when he read the letter. What CONDI didn’t anticipate, it seems, were the odds that her friends, family, and coworkers might also read the letter and recognize her. Since I’m certain CONDI didn’t intend to out herself to everyone she knows as an ankle-grabbin’, pillow-chompin’, butt-sex-lovin’ slut, I changed one or two identifying details in an effort to preserve her anonymity. Unfortunately, there is now a small risk that CONDI’s boyfriend won’t recognize her, which would defeat the whole purpose of running CONDI’s letter in the first place. (Hint for CONDI’s boyfriend: She doesn’t really have a George W. Bush tattoo on her right breast—I made that up.) There’s also a chance that the details I invented to throw CONDI’s friends and family off her musky scent might match some other woman out there, someone whose personal and professional history, by sheer coincidence, just so happens to match the one I’ve invented for CONDI. This could result in that person being on the receiving end of some unwanted anal attention. But that’s a risk we’re just going to have to take. I’m a gay guy who has had a crush on a straight construction worker who has been working across the street from where I work for a year now. I’ve left him notes telling him how hot he is and he is clearly flattered. The next step in my lustful enterprise is to give him a jock strap, ask him to wear it for a day, and return it to me. My question: Would it be appropriate to include a $20 bill with my request, or would he be offended? Hard For Hard Hats However flattered this straight construction worker is by your attentions, HFHH, up to this point he has been entirely passive. He’s out there doing his job—constructing shit or whatever—while you stare. But when you ask him to wear a jock strap, get it sweaty, and return it to you, well, you’re asking him to play a more active role in your sexual fantasies. You’re asking him to become a participant. Include the $20, and you’re asking him to become a paid participant, and he may resent being treated like a whore—and a cheap whore at that. Still, it couldn’t hurt to ask: Leave another note and confess your desire to have one of his dirty jock straps. Don’t include money, but do offer to pay him something—you know, for the cost of the jock strap and a little for his trouble. (Which will come to more than $20.) You’ll still be asking him to take a more active role in your fantasy (which might be a problem—he seems to get off on working you up), but he’s likelier to say yes if you can avoid making him feel like he’s working for you. I wanted to say thanks for your donation to Planned Parenthood. I have always been pro-choice, but other issues ranked higher on my agenda. However, earlier this year I was faced with an unplanned pregnancy. I was grateful to have a choice and to be able to make a decision based on what was the best thing for me, my partner, and my two children. When I talked to my doctor I was surprised to learn that I would not need a referral and that my insurance would not be covering anything. All I needed to do was make an appointment at Planned Parenthood. I had imagined Planned Parenthood to be a last refuge for teenagers and the uninsured, not for me at this point in my life. But there is no doctor in Tucson, outside of Planned Parenthood, who will perform an abortion! Without Planned Parenthood, my ability to choose would have evaporated. Considering the nonstop efforts to shut Planned Parenthood down, even here in liberal Tucson, I find this very frightening. Thank you for your battle to protect sexual and reproductive rights. Grateful Tucson Girl Thanks for sharing, GTG, and thanks for the strokes. But making a donation to Planned Parenthood isn’t exactly heroic—really, anyone can do it. Just write out a check to Planned Parenthood, put it in an envelope, and mail it to Planned Parenthood Federation of America, 434 West 33rd Street, New York, NY, 10001, or go to www.plannedparenthood.org and make a donation online. [email protected]