I’m a 28-year-old woman. In the past,
I’ve been a control freak by day, sex freak by night—but just for
one guy, my GGG boyfriend. Recently, I realized I’m a cuckold! Nothing
gets me hotter than the thought of my boyfriend fucking somebody in
front of me. The solution is to have threesomes. A bunch. My boyfriend
feels like he died and went to heaven.
Here’s the issue: The pill makes me psycho,
a diaphragm was a disaster, and something about my anatomy snaps
condoms. After much trial and error, I settled on an IUD—but my
gyno made me swear a blood oath before she put it in that I wouldn’t
sleep around, because an IUD is a monogamist’s device. If I catch a
sexually transmitted infection (STI) now, Dan, it could fuck up my
whole reproductive system.
We would, of course, ask potential thirds to
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sexually transmitted infection (STI) now, Dan, it could fuck up my
whole reproductive system.
We would, of course, ask potential thirds to
get tested, but I don’t want to feel like I’m gambling with my health
when we do this. How do I get the edgy sex life I want?
Suddenly Kinky And Really Eager
The only way to get the edgy sex life you
want, SKARE, is to accept that edgy sex lives involve a certain degree
of risk. IUDs do not provide STI protection—nor do birth control
pills, diaphragms, or having your tubes tied. And while condoms, when
used correctly, offer excellent protection from the two scariest
sexually transmitted infections out there—HIV and
pregnancy—condoms only reduce your risk of acquiring gonorrhea,
syphilis, chlamydia, HPV, herpes, and other STIs.
I’m sorry, SKARE, but there’s no such thing
as risk-free sex. Hell, there’s no such thing as risk-free
anything. Hamburgers, snowboarding, sex—all risky
activities. Okay, class: A life without hamburgers, snowboarding, and
sex is what? A life that’s hardly worth living, Mr. Savage. So what do
we do? We take reasonable steps to reduce our risks. We cook our
burgers thoroughly (or, better yet, buy beef that isn’t packed with
hormones, antibiotics, and E. coli); we stay in designated ski areas
and/or wear avalanche beacons; we try to be selective about our sex
partners and use condoms when appropriate. And then, SKARE, we
gamble.
So, SKARE, here’s what you do: Accept that
acting on your fantasies—your cuckquean fantasies (only
men can be cuckolds)—involves risk. Then set about minimizing
’em. Be choosy about who you take to bed. (Someone you know, like, and
trust? Yes. Amy Winehouse? No.) Use protection. (The boyfriend should
use condoms with these other women.) And be vigilant about your health.
(Regular checkups, STI screenings, pap smears, etc.)
And finally, SKARE, you have to accept that,
even if you’re doing everything “right,” there’s still a chance that
you may contract an STI; perhaps something annoying but curable
(gonorrhea, pregnancy), something incurable but bearable (herpes), or
something incurable and devastating (HIV). If you can’t handle the
reality of contracting a sexually transmitted infection,
SKARE, then you don’t just have a monogamist’s device in your twat, but
a monogamist’s twat in your pants.
I’m a twentysomething female and I’ve
had a fair number of partners. My boyfriend of two years has only ever
slept with me. Recently, we opened up our relationship because I have a
much higher sex drive. It was good—I was happy; the boy wasn’t
jealous. And then something happened. Well, I caused something to
happen. My boyfriend now has herpes. Obviously I’ve got it, too, even
if I’m not showing any symptoms. We didn’t prepare emotionally for the
potential consequences of my actions. So here we are. He’s angry with
me for putting him in danger and I feel like getting hit by a bus. We
know herpes is not so bad. We also know that these feelings of guilt,
anger, and disgust will fade, but how do we get to that
point?
Hating Every Revolting
PestilentExecrable Second
You agreed as a couple to open your
relationship up, HERPES, which makes him 50 percent responsible for the
“danger” he was in. And if you neglected to talk through the potential
negative consequences of an open relationship, HERPES, then you failed
to do your due diligence—you both failed. So what do you
do now? After giving each other a little time and space, HERPES, you
ought to invest a little dough in a sex-positive couples’ counselor.
Find someone who can skillfully facilitate a couple of conversations
about your relationship. One topic you might want to touch on: You
could have picked the virus up from one of the partners you had before
you met your current boyfriend.
As for the disease itself, you’re right:
It’s not that bad. There are two herpes viruses: type 1 (HSV-1) and
type 2 (HSV-2). They’re both relatively easy to catch and they can both
infect the mouth area or the genital area. It’s estimated that 80
percent of adults have HSV-1 and 25 percent of adults have HSV-2. And
most infected people don’t know they have herpes because they’ve either
never had an outbreak or their one-and-only outbreak was so mild they
didn’t notice it.
It sucks to have herpes, primarily due to
the irrational fears of other people—people who may, for all they
know, already have herpes themselves. But it’s not the end of the
world, or the end of your sex life, and it doesn’t have to be the end
of your relationship.
I’m a bi girl. My boyfriend feels
that I can “be all things” to him and fulfill him completely, but he
can’t do the same for me. I truly feel that I could never be with a
girl. I would always long for that masculine/feminine balance. Girls
are lovely and sweet, but a girl just wouldn’t make me feel the ways a
boy does.
What can I do to make him see that he
fulfills me in every way? We have discussed it endlessly, but his
worries and insecurities won’t budge.
Sad
Girl
Of course he’ll never fulfill you
completely, SG, just as you’ll never fulfill him completely. No one
person can “be all things” to another person. The most we can hope for
is finding someone who comes close enough, SG, someone we can round up
to “complete fulfillment” status with a straight face, someone who can
do the same for us.
So your boyfriend is either being naive with
this “I can’t be all things to you” crap or—and this seems more
likely—he’s being a fuckstick. Ask yourself this, SG: What does
your boyfriend get by extending this conversation endlessly? Here’s
what: By pretending to feel insecure, your boyfriend gets a
girlfriend who actually feels insecure. He gets a girlfriend
who feels like she’s always on probation, a girlfriend who is always at
an emotional disadvantage. And then he gets to point to your
flaw—bisexuality—as an excuse to never wholly commit to
you.
You do realize, SG, that your bisexuality is
not a flaw—far from it—and that there are tons of boys out
there who would be ecfuckingstatic to trade places with your
boyfriend. You might wanna let one.
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