I have a cousin with whom I am very close. He recently
proposed to his girlfriend. I have several issues with this, but the
most important one is the fact that EVERYONE who meets this young man
thinks he’s gay. (I don’t know how the girlfriend hasn’t seen it.) When
I told my friends he was engaged, their jaws dropped. Everyone said,
“But he’s gay!” He’s admitted to me that he did “play for the other
team” in college and every once in a while he mentions that he has a
“man crush” on so-and-so. I’ve been out with him, and gay men will
comment on how handsome he is, how they’re sure he’s gay, etc. I love
him to death and I don’t care one bit that he may be gay.
I’m curious what you think. Was “playing for the other team” just a
phase? I don’t think so. Unfortunately, I think he’s just trying to
“fit in.” My...
...one bit that he may be gay.
I’m curious what you think. Was “playing for the other team” just a
phase? I don’t think so. Unfortunately, I think he’s just trying to
“fit in.” My brother and I think he will end up getting divorced or be
completely miserable for the rest of his life. This is his first
serious girlfriend and the first girl he’s lived with. Should I take my
boyfriend’s advice and just butt out? Thanks.
A Concerned Kousin
Yes, yes: Butt the fuck out—right
after you speak your piece to your cousin, and right after you’ve
slipped his fiancée the URL for the Straight Spouse Network’s
website (www.straightspouse.org) and copies
of former New Jersey governor Jim “I’m a Batshitcrazy Gay American”
McGreevey and his ex-wife’s dueling memoirs.
As for “playing for the other team” at
college, ACK, that can indeed be just a phase—but for women, not
men. Heterosexual and homosexual women, if legit scientific research is
to be believed, “tend to become sexually aroused by both male and
female erotica, and, thus, have a bisexual arousal pattern,” according
to the results of 2003 study conducted at LUG-infested Northwestern
University. Men, on the other hand, prefer erotica that plays
exclusively to their professed sexual orientation. Which means, of
course, that female sexuality is a fluid and male sexuality is a solid.
Or something.
And ladies? Pointing out your fluid
sexuality isn’t an insult. It’s a compliment—hell, it’s a
freakin’ superpower.
As for the girlfriend’s inability to “see
it,” there’s always a chance that she has seen it, ACK, really
seen it. We do have to entertain the possibility that the girlfriend
has seen her fiancé, your cousin, with a cock in his mouth and
dug it. There’s a chance she could be one of those women who likes gay
porn so much that marrying a mostly gay or even an entirely gay person
represents the fulfillment of a dream.
Oh, and speaking of the mostly gays…
Researchers at the University of Texas
Medical School at Houston claim to have found the “Achilles’ heel” of
the virus that causes AIDS. Their discovery could lead to new and more
effective drugs and treatments.
Or, you know, not.
We’ve been down this road before—HIV’s
Achilles’ heel located, targeted, hopes raised, and then… it’s back
to the ol’ drawing board. So let’s not run out and stick our asses in
the air just yet, boys. And remember: Even if we do one day have a
vaccine or a cure for HIV, re-creating the gay communal-sewer sex
culture of the 1970s is a Very Bad Idea. One important take-away
lesson—one of the top lessons—of the AIDS epidemic should
be this: Given the right conditions, new sexually transmitted
infections can emerge and kill you and all your friends.
Remember, kids: Straight people should have more sex (and more sex
partners) than they do; gay people should have less sex (and
fewer sex partners) than we can. Balance, balance,
balance—oh, and anal sex is not a first-date activity; use
condoms for anal sex with casual partners to protect yourself from HIV
and other STIs, known and unknown; and lower your inhibitions
the old-fashioned way (therapy and beer) and stay the fuck away from
meth and meth users.
I put a profile on an online dating site some time ago
when my job moved me to Florida and I didn’t know anybody down here,
but I soon forgot about it. Recently, a girl contacted me via that old
personal ad, we exchanged pictures, and she told me she was overweight.
In the pictures she didn’t look that big and I chalked her comments up
to female insecurity. Less than an hour ago we met for the first time
and she was huge. I told her as politely as possible that I felt her
pictures were misleading, that she was bigger than I expected, and that
I didn’t think it would work. I felt (and still feel) like total
shit.
Dan, help me. Am I a bad person for this? I want to go slam my head
in a car door!
Fretting About Traumatic Situation Obsessively
Sending out misleading photos is a no-no,
FATSO, precisely because it leads to hurt feelings on all sides.
Misleading photos are unfair to the person misled—it places the
person in an awkward position—and sets the sender up for
emotionally devastating rejections.
So long as you were polite and direct—and I’m taking your word
for that, FATSO—you’re not a bad person even if her feelings were
hurt. There are men out there who are open to big women or into big
women—the bigger the better—and she can avoid hurt feelings
in the future by e-mailing accurate photos and attracting the attention
of men who actually find her attractive.
A Note to My Readers: Half the mail at
Savage Love HQ now arrives with qualifiers like this one: “I’d
appreciate receiving your advice via e-mail. Please do not print this
in your column. Thanks. :)”
The person who wrote the above at least had
the decency to include it at the start of his letter. (And the
indecency to use an emoticon.) It’s extremely annoying to read a long,
involved letter about a fucked-up, complicated problem and—after
composing a little advice in my head, or looking up some stuff, or
sending a query to the appropriate expert—stumble across a “don’t
print this!” in a P.S.
I don’t mean to be bitchy (that comes
naturally), and I frequently write folks back who ask for a little
private advice, but come on, people. I’m an advice
columnist, not a therapist in private practice. My e-mail
address is at the bottom of the column to solicit questions for future
columns, not because I need something to do in my nonexistent free
time.
Sometimes I do feel an urge to offer advice
to fuck-ups with messy personal lives outside of the context of the
column or the podcast. But that’s what family reunions are for. But
what the hell:
Confidential to Rick in Austin: It is indeed rare for two men to
meet and fall in love while each is banging half of a pair of male
twins. (Or were you sleeping with two different pairs of twins who
shared an apartment when you took that fateful trip to the bathroom?
It’s unclear from your letter.) And, no, having a Hare Krishna brother
shouldn’t impact your love life, karma-wise, any more than having an
English professor brother has impacted mine,
classics-of-American-literature-wise. You’re welcome.
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