I’m a 32-year-old, very
attractive, very fit SWM living in NYC. I’m well-read and well-spoken.
I march to the beat of my own drum. Friends tell me that my personality
is intense. I’m extremely idealistic, and I count myself as a romantic.
I’m interested in an intense and consuming love affair with a woman.
But friends tell me that my approach to courtship scares women off. I’m
tired of fouling things up and making myself lonely. Yet, when a lady
friend of mine suggested I spend a night out with her where she would
act as my wingman, I recoiled. Prowling for random women in a bar
doesn’t fit my sense of romance.
Should I consider counseling to try to tame
my personality?
Wild Horses Drag Me Away
It would help to know, WHDMA, what exactly
you’re doing—besides being all intensely romantic and extremely
idealistic and...
...my personality?
Wild Horses Drag Me Away
It would help to know, WHDMA, what exactly
you’re doing—besides being all intensely romantic and extremely
idealistic and physically fit and stuff—that scares women off.
Without that info, it’s difficult to advise you.
But I can do a little decoding for
you: When friends say “your personality is intense,” what they
typically mean is “you are an asshole.”
Assholes who have friends sometimes conclude
that there must be something wrong with all the women and/or men on the
planet because, hey, I’ve got friends—and if my friends
can stand me, why couldn’t my ex-girlfriend(s)? But friending, if I may
borrow Facebook’s proprietary verb, an asshole is easy; dating an
asshole is hard. (Or that’s what my boyfriend tells me, anyway.)
A friendship involves a smaller time
commitment; a girlfriend is required to spend much more time with you.
Not only that, WHDMA, but a person with an asshole friend is regarded
as perhaps too tolerant, while a person with an asshole
boyfriend is viewed as having a character flaw. Or several:
lousy taste, the wrong kind of masochistic streak, low self-esteem,
etc.
So, yeah, you should consider counseling to
“tame your personality.” Your alleged virtues—extremely intense!
Extremely romantic! Extremely idealistic!—may not themselves be
the problem. But if the people living outside your skull have
identified them as impediments to your professed romantic goals, WHDMA,
then there’s something problematic about the way you’re expressing
them.
And that lady friend who offered to take you
out and act as your wingman? I suspect she was trying to pull the stick
out of your ass and trying to get you to see that dating—at least
at the outset—is about pleasure, not intensity. I assure you that
bars all over the civilized world are packed with “random women” as
interested in intense and consuming love affairs as you are. Give fun a
chance.
I thought I knew what
teabagging meant: to dip a man’s testicles in and out of your mouth.
But during a recent conversation about the Republican teabagging craze,
my boyfriend told me that teabagging meant to put your balls
into someone else’s mouth. A person without balls, he insists, can’t do
the teabagging. But many women I know think they are the teabagger and
their partner is the one being teabagged. So, Dan, I’m asking
you—as an expert on all things political and sexual—do
hetero females have a chance of teabagging President Obama? Don’t get
me wrong: I want to teabag the president for all the right reasons. I’m
a supporter. I just want in on any activity that involves Obama’s balls
in my mouth.
The Earnest Aspirant
Let’s say you were in the West Wing with
Barack Obama’s sack resting comfortably in your mouth. Perhaps you had
done something meritorious—defeated the Somalian pirates, sworn
in Senator Al Franken—and you were being awarded the Presidential
Wattle of Freedom. The New York Times might report, “The
president of the United States and a Savage Love reader were spotted
‘teabagging’ in the Oval Office today.”
But while you can teabag with the
president, TEA, you don’t have what it takes to administer a teabagging
to the president. A teabagger dips sack; a teabaggee receives
dipped sack. It’s a little confusing, I realize, in that it’s the
opposite of a blowjob: The person with a dick in his or her mouth is
giving the blowjob; the person being sucked is receiving the blowjob.
But language is funny that way.
A long time ago I experienced, late one
nite, roasted, drunk, blah, blah, blah!!! This brother picked me up and
drove me to his place and screwed me good. He said I was hot!!! I
really liked it, had an anal orgasm!!! It was indescribable. I loved
it!!! He gave me his number. But I was too shy to call back. Never saw
him again. So I bought dildos and proceeded to fuck myself and get
drunk or high (weed) every night!!! What does that make me? Closet
drunk? Closet English cigarette? I like pussy, too! Whatzup?!
Anonymously Me
I don’t have the faintest idea!!!
My boyfriend refuses to have any kind of
intercourse with me while my Aunt Flo is visiting. I’m not asking to
have sex when I’m on my heavy days, just at the beginning and tail end
of my period. He says it’s disgusting, even if he wears a condom, and
that it makes his stomach turn to even think about it. I find this
terribly frustrating because my period lasts a good 10 days (according
to his definition), and I have to go without any loving the whole time.
And yet he expects me to blow him on a regular basis during that time.
I love him, and I’d rather not DTMFA over this. What can I do?
Aunt Flo Terminates Erection Return
Only blow him on days when he hasn’t used
his penis to urinate.
Because really, AFTER, how can he ask you to
suck cock on days when pee comes out of his thing? That’s just as
disgusting—it’s more disgusting—than a little bit of blood
on the condom. And any guy who can’t handle a little bit of blood
shouldn’t be asking his girlfriend to ingest whatever trace amounts of
urine might be lurking in his urethra. But if he wants you to blow
him—to keep him content during your period—then he needs to
find a way to do the same for you. If he can’t bring himself to fuck
you during your period, AFTER, then at the very least he can help you
get off with a vibrator, or engage in outercourse or mutual
masturbation with you, or eat your pussy through a wad of Saran
Wrap.
If he won’t do any of that, reconsider
DTMFA.
ATTENTION HUMP! FILMMAKERS:
The Stranger is
proud to announce HUMP! 5, the Pacific Northwest’s biggest,
best, and only amateur (and locally produced) porn festival. HUMP! 5
goes down October 9–10 at On the Boards. The deadline for
HUMP! 5 submissions is September 21.
BIG NEWS: The max length for HUMP!
submissions this year is five minutes. We don’t want to be
total assholes about this, so… if you feel your film is
brilliant at 6:15 and harmed at 5:00, you are welcome to submit two
versions of your film, i.e., a five-minute cut and a longer cut.
But you must submit both cuts. If the HUMP! jury agrees that the
longer version is superior, an exception may be made.
CASH PRIZES: HUMP! isn’t just about
love and sex and laughs. HUMP! is also about cash prizes. There
are two award categories in HUMP!—Humor and Hottest—and a
$2,000 first-place prize is awarded in both categories.
There’s also a $500 second-place prize and a $250
third-place prize in both categories.
EXTRA CREDIT! We ask HUMP! filmmakers
to use certain props and to shoot at certain locations so that
audiences will know when they’re watching something made just for HUMP!
This year’s extra-credit props: a pink slip (layoff or
undergarment), the Book of Mormon, motorcycle boots, an ErosTek e-stim
unit, Aplets & Cotlets. This year’s extra-credit locations:
the SLUT, the P-I globe, the Statue of Liberty at Alki Beach,
the giant mitt outside Safeco Field.
THE JURY WOULD LIKE TO SEE:
fem-domme, CFNM, pegging. Including these themes won’t get your film
into HUMP! automatically, but it will give you a leg up. We’ve
seen lots of tied up and/or submissive women over the last couple of
years—not that there’s anything wrong with that—and this
year the HUMP! jury wants to see some women on top.
NEW TO HUMP!? We do our best to make
HUMP! safe, fun, and anonymous. People make films and give them to us;
we make only two screening copies and return the originals. Our only
copies are destroyed onstage after the last screening. HUMP! lets you
be a porn star for a weekend—not for life! And HUMP! films do not
have to be hardcore. Animation, horny salt shakers, and sexy,
nonexplicit shorts have all been featured at HUMP!
GET GOING! Last year we heard from
several people who didn’t start shooting their films until a few days
before the submission deadline, and we weren’t able to include their
late entries. Don’t procrastinate! There’s no reason you can’t start
making your film now. It’s going to be a lovely weekend—make some
porn!
ALL THE INFO: thestranger.com/hump.
[email protected]
This story has been updated since it was originally published.