When I was in my teens to mid-20s, I
fought a burgeoning weight problem. My heaviest was 235 pounds on a
5-foot-10 frame. Now I watch what I eat and I work out. I have a
six-pack. And here’s my problem: I get too much attention from women.
When I was out of shape, women paid attention, but not as much. Now, if
I wanted to, I could get all the pussy I wanted. Single pussy, married
pussy, all-different-color pussy.
Is it normal for a guy to turn down so much
of the pussy that gets pitched at him? I am a tall Asian guy, six foot
one, 165 pounds, cut and lean, 32 but look 28. But I like to go after
the hard-to-get pussy. The easy pussy that gets thrown at me, I’m not
interested in. What’s wrong with me?
Lost In
Pussy Land
Besides not enclosing a few dozen pictures
with...
...at me, I’m not
interested in. What’s wrong with me?
Lost In
Pussy Land
Besides not enclosing a few dozen pictures
with your e-mail, there’s nothing wrong with you that I can tell, LIPL.
More pussy gets tossed your way than gets tossed into a Dumpster behind
a vet’s office—good for you. Why isn’t that slow-pitch pussy
turning you on? Maybe you like to work harder for your pussy, LIPL, or
maybe you’re not a catcher (as the gays say), or maybe you’re an
arrogant douchebag who likes to brag to gay sex-advice columnists about
all the pussy he isn’t banging for whatever reason. Or, geez, maybe
you’re just turned off by sexually aggressive women—and that’s
fine. No one is obligated to be into sexually aggressive women (they
certainly leave me cold). But you might want to look into your
heart—it’s that tiny, undeveloped muscle beneath your left
pec—to make sure you’re not a dumbassmotherfucker turned off by
sexually aggressive women because he believes “good” women don’t or
shouldn’t have sexual desires or agency.
Oh, and speaking of sexually aggressive
women: Did you catch Abigail Van Buren’s advice column last Monday?
(That woman—she’s the Johan Fucking Santana of pussy pitchers.)
Now, I generally try to avoid policing the work of other advice
professionals—life’s too short to read Jamie “Get Naked”
Bufalino—but I’m going to make an exception. In her March 17
column, Abby responded to a man whose wife was seduced, in the middle
of the night, by one of his three brothers. The man’s wife doesn’t know
she had sex with one of her brothers-in-law, and the husband doesn’t
know what to do about it. Abby suggested that his wife may have had an
“inkling that it wasn’t [her husband] that crept into her bed” that
night, and recommended that her correspondent demand “chapter and
verse” from his wife before packing her off to the docs for an STI
screening.
Feminist bloggers were outraged—a
highly unusual occurrence—because the only correct response,
according to Jezebel.com, was
something along the lines of, “Your wife was raped! Kill your
brothers—all three of them! Now! NOW!!!”
The problem with Jezebel’s reaction is this:
That woman wasn’t raped, because that woman doesn’t exist. Regular
Savage Love readers are schooled in the art of spotting bullshit
letters. So here’s the letter, kids—let’s see if you can spot the
clues:
“I am 27, and my wife, ‘Marybeth,’ is 26. We
recently went to my folks’ house for supper. That evening, a heavy
snowstorm was starting and… we decided to stay overnight. My old
bedroom is upstairs, as are the rooms of my brothers, ages 25, 24, and
22. The guest room is downstairs. [Because] Marybeth said she felt a
cold coming on; we decided I’d sleep in my old room. The next day,
while we were driving home, Marybeth told me she was glad I had come to
her room after all and made love to her. Abby, it wasn’t me! She had
mistaken one of my brothers for me in the darkness. We are all about
the same size and build.”
Okaaaay, Savage Love readers, let’s pause
here. How do we know this is a fake? Well, for starters, there are the
ages of the protagonists: 27 and 26. Not 37 and 36, not 67 and 66, but
27 and 26. Fake letters about sexual scenarios always involve
the young and presumably hot, never the old and presumably average.
Next, there’s the cascading set of circumstances that are, as is
typical with fakes, utterly beyond the control of the letter’s author:
a snowstorm, a cold coming on, a far-off guest room. And all of his
brothers were at Mom and Dad’s for dinner that night, too. Or they all
still live at home. And they’re all in their 20s.
Now back to the letter:
“I have talked to each of my brothers (they
all know about this), but they won’t say who it was for fear of causing
a rift… I told them that unless I find out who it was, there will be
a permanent rift between all of us. (Marybeth still doesn’t know it
wasn’t me.) How do I handle this?”
How does he handle this? With his right hand
wrapped around his cock, that’s how. And how does an advice
professional handle this? With the delete key, Abby.
Huge numbers of straight men fantasize about
their wives cheating on them with coworkers, siblings, sports teams,
governors of New York, etc. Any advice columnist who runs letters that
touch on sexual issues has to be cognizant of that. And when someone
seeking advice spins out an improbable set of circumstances that
literally climaxes with the realization of a thoroughly common male
fantasy (cuckolding), well, that should set an advice professional’s
bullshit sensors flashing.
So, Jezebel, let’s not get too worked up
about the “rape” of this man’s wife. Repeat after me: She wasn’t
raped, because she doesn’t exist. That letter in Dear Abby was the
work of a cuckold fetishist or cuckold wannabe. Yes, yes: Abby took the
letter seriously, accepted its premise, and her answer was a bit
clueless. (As was your credulousness, Jezebel.) But calling for Abby’s
resignation while Jamie Bufalino still has a column? Puh-leeze.
I just wanted to respond to the
letters in your column from TALI and CPAC, gay teenagers being
mistreated at home and school. I think it’s very important to let your
young gay readers know that there is support out there. The Trevor
Project (www.thetrevorproject.org) has a
hotline (1-866-4-U-TREVOR) for kids contemplating suicide or who just
need someone to talk to. The GLBT National Help Center (www.glnh.org) has a large database of gay
and lesbian organizations. And finally, your readers can check out the
National Coalition for Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual & Transgender Youth
(www.outproud.org).
And to TALI and CPAC and all the other gay
and lesbian youth out there, remember that this is temporary. My
brother came out in high school and went through hell. He’s in his 30s
now, he has two degrees, he’s traveled all over the world, and he has
many friends and loved ones.
Proud Of My Baby
Brother
Thanks for sharing, POMBB. There’s a lot
more advice from Savage Love readers for TALI and CPAC and other gay
teenagers at www.thestranger.com/savage/gayteens.
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