Big Gay Boot Camp

...woman, it’s her choice to give it. It’s not her duty. And you have to be a decent person to earn it! Please Say This While it’s true that I’ve “pushed the idea” that women must perform oral sex, PST, I’ve also pushed the idea that men must as well. “Oral sex is standard,” I wrote. “Any model that comes without it should be returned to the lot.” That applies equally to both men and women, regardless of sexual orientation. As for GGG, perhaps a clarification is in order. ExtraUgly.com is selling “Good Giving Game Girl” T-shirts and its website defines GGG as “the three key attributes of a good, freaky sex partner. As promoted by Savage Love. Buy it for all yo favorite ho’s.” Memo to ExtraUgly.com: GGG isn’t just for girls, and being GGG doesn’t make someone yo ho. Boys who are virgins on their wedding nights can be GGG and so can girls uploading amateur ATM porn from their dorm rooms. Here’s what I wrote when I first coined GGG: “‘Good, giving, and game’ is what we should all strive to be for our sex partners, as in, ‘good in bed,’ ‘giving equal time and equal pleasure,’ and ‘game for anything—within reason.'” (Please note that “within reason,” selfish, demanding kinksters.) GGG is something straight women, straight men, lesbians, gay men, bisexuals, MTFs, FTMs, etc., should all strive to be. Where we part ways, PST, is the “owe” issue. I happen to believe that we owe our sex partners a few things. Good personal hygiene, for starters, followed by a sense of humor, a willingness to meet our lovers’ needs, and cleanish sheets. Someone who’s unwilling or incapable of meeting a partner’s needs owes ’em permission to get those needs met elsewhere—safely and responsibly, within reason, and on a budget. But these are merely my secrets for a happy, lasting relationship. Folks who prefer aggravating, short-lived relationships—ones characterized by shouts of “I don’t owe you anything!”—are free to disregard my advice. I’m a 28-year-old straight guy. My fetishes include getting laid and playing with boobs. Pretty vanilla. But when I masturbate, I can only bring myself to climax by dry-humping something: a pillow, the mattress, rolled-up comforter, whatever. I’ve never been able to masturbate “normally.” I can and do blow from sex, head, and handjobs, but that’s obviously when other people are involved. Am I slowly ruining my cock? If I’m pounding a sofa while other guys are going at it with soft and oily hands, then I may be doing some damage down there, right? Over time, can I expect that this practice will result in a loss of sensitivity or an inability to perform? Look Ma, No Hands At 28-years-old, LMNH, you’ve been masturbating for how long now? Fifteen years? More? If humping a sofa hasn’t ruined you already—if you can still come during vaginal and oral sex, and when you get handjobs from other people—then you’re obviously not doing yourself any harm. If you’re concerned about the intensity with which you have to bang away at any given sofa in order to get off when you’re alone, LMNH, you could experiment with edging. Bring yourself to the brink again and again, and gradually decrease the intensity of the stimulation as you proceed. Start out humping the couch across the room, but work toward barely grazing the couch with your cock. This isn’t about retraining your cock or undoing any damage—I don’t think you’ve done yourself any damage. It’s about reassuring yourself that, yes indeed, you can come from stimulation that varies from intense to subtle. And those folks doing it with fists? Not all of them are doing it “soft and oily.” Some men who masturbate “normally” do themselves lasting damage by gripping themselves too firmly, aka “the death grip.” Varying your masturbatory routine is a good idea whether you’re using your fist or your sofa. I’m a 24-year-old female and I’ve been with my boyfriend for five years. We’re transitioning to a long-distance relationship in January when he moves a hojillion miles away to go to law school. He’s 28, an angel, and I want to have a baby. He doesn’t want to have a baby, and he’s made it clear that if I give him an ultimatum, he’ll dump my ass. I’m longing to spawn, so I’ve decided to get pregnant and not tell him. He has nothing to do with birth control, never has, so my plan will succeed. I’m going to do this: That’s not in question. The question is, do I tell him? I’m not going to dun him for child support, but I’d let him be as involved as he wants to be—pictures, visits, moving in together. I’m never going to tell him that I got knocked up on purpose. I could also pretend that the brat is someone else’s, but that would require some fudging of dates. So what, if anything, do I tell him, and when? E. Not only is what you’re planning to do unfair to your boyfriend—who, just like a woman, has a right to decide when, whether, and with whom he would like to reproduce (and who, like most men, needs to be more proactive about birth control to protect his right to make that decision)—it’s hugely unfair to any “brat” unlucky enough to drop from your twat. But, hey, your mind is made up—you’re doing this thing. And I’m not running your letter to argue with you, E. I’m only running it in hopes that a certain 28-year-old who’s about to go to law school sees it, recognizes himself, and dumps his 24-year-old batshitcrazy girlfriend. And yes, everybody, I realize this letter could be fake. But just in case it’s not, here it is. Hey, Everybody: Washington State Ms. Leather—aka scorching hottie Miss Candy—is hosting a benefit for the LGBT Center for Health in Cal Anderson Park this Sunday, August 26. Miss Candy’s Big Gay Boot Camp and Push-up Contest kicks off at 2:00 p.m. Participants will enjoy a boot-camp-style fitness class, raffles, free drinks and snacks, and the winner of the big push-up contest receives a fabulous gift. There’s a $10 suggested donation ($5 if you’re in hot pants), and all proceeds benefit the LGBT Center for Health. Go! Download Savage Lovecast (my weekly podcast) every Tuesday at www.thestranger.com/savage. [email protected]