Q: You so rarely answer questions of etiquette in your column, unlike so many of your advice-giving peers. Heres one for you: Ive been in a casual sexual relationship with this girl for about four months. (Two months ago we spoke, reaffirming that all either of us wanted was the casual sex.) I have grown weary of it though, and am ready to move on. What is the appropriate way to end this affair? Can it be done over e-mail? The phone? Or does having my dick inside her for a third of a year earn this woman the right to be broken up with in person? Wanting Out
A: You would be within your NSA rights to break things off with this woman by e-mail, WO. The affair has been casual and you can be equally casual about the end, avoiding the formal, in-person breakup you seem to dread.
But I wouldnt recommend it.
The pool of women willing to have NSA sex is relatively small, WO, and many of these women are friendly with each other, gathering in stylish bars and restaurants to compare notes and swap terribly amusing stories about their sex partners. The relatively remote chance that this woman is friendly with another woman with whom you may want to enjoy casual sex in the future, WO, requires that you end things over the phone, at the very least, or in person.
Q: Ive come to terms with the fact that Im straight and kinky. However, its not OK with the people I work for and with, and not always OK with the people I date. Ive tried hanging out in scenes specifically designed for kinksters, but it doesnt work for me. I find goth funny and I find people that take neo-paganism, role-play or calling themselves the Dark Lord of Warpedness seriously funny. What do I do? In theory its OK to ask someone if theyre kinky and have them refuse, but its not OK when they feel the need to vent to their friends about it, especially when their friends blab. This is particularly problematic in my case. I live in an area where those who are not entirely straight and married are liable to be prosecuted. There are a few out kinksters in town, but theyre extroverts who seem happy to be the local weirdos. Im an introvert and a private person. I dont want to be condemned or lose my livelihood or spend the rest of my time with my legs crossed and my other bits untouched. Any advice? Need One Smart Acronym
Im not being glib, NOSA. Pick your kinky ass up and move it to a great big city. The nonkinksters you meet will still gossip about your kinks, and the kink scene will be just as overrun with goths, neo-pagans, role-players, extroverts happy to be the local weirdoes, and a seemingly endless supply of Dark Lords of Warpedness. (And God bless em, NOSA. There wouldnt be an organized kink scene but for the efforts of the extroverts and weirdoes.) But in a larger citys larger kink scene, NOSA, your odds of finding a nice, shy, retiring kinkster are higher. Your odds of losing your job for being kinky are infinitely smaller in a big city, rendering harmless whatever gossip your kinks inspire.
Q: My girlfriend and I are very happy. We have fun and do kinky stuff in the sack. I have just one complaint about our sex life. When it comes down to her coming, she gets on top and grinds. Now when I say grind, I mean she sits on me and grinds her clit into my pubic bone. I dont mind it during sex, in fact I enjoy it, but afterward it feels like I took a few punches to the pubic region. Any ideas on what to do? Pummeled In My Pubes
A: Suffer, bitch. You fuck your girlfriend before she gets down to grinding into you, right? If you fuck her with any passion, PIMP, I guarantee you she feels like shes taken a few punches to the pubic region too.
Q: Im 30 and married. My husband and I have been together since we were teens. Over the years Ive been GGG sex clubs, blow jobs galore, a multitude of positions and scenarios, homemade porn, sex toys, pegging, and I even watched him have sex with someone else. But the other day looking through our computer bookmarks I opened a site saved under an innocuous name, and it was porn that seriously grossed me out. (I wasnt snooping: This is our home computer, a computer we share, and our bookmarks are all jumbled together.) Its not illegal, but it has really put me off sex with him. I feel weirded out that he gets aroused by that stuff. Is my GGG status revoked? Is there anything to say, or do I let him go so he can be with someone less judgmental? Reached GGG Limit
A: Youve spent more than a decade with this man, RGGGL, all of your adult life, and yet youre contemplating divorce after finding one one! disturbing Web site bookmarked on your computer? That seems a bit extreme. Go to him, tell him what you found, and before he can say a word explain that you were so disturbed that you found yourself contemplating divorce. Then demand an explanation.
Maybe he thought the site was gross too hilariously gross, and he wanted to save the link to terrify his friends. Or maybe he bookmarked it accidentally. Or maybe hes actually into whatever was pictured on that Web site. But if he is, RGGGL, hell have the good sense to lie because you already threatened him with divorce. Then all you need to do to save your marriage is swallow an explanation that may or may not be a lie. The ability to swallow a lie is an important relationship skill, RGGGL, and if you havent already mastered it, well, theres no time like the present.
Q: I am a black gay male and live in Portland, Ore. I was in Vancouver, British Columbia, and on Saturday, July 23, I met a guy at a gay club called the Odyssey. We hit it off. Now I wish I had given him my information so we could keep in touch. So I am turning to you, to see if you could help me out. His name was Andrew and he was in his mid-20s. Hes a black male too, and there arent too many gay black men in the world (or in that part of Canada), so I would really like to get in touch with him again. Hes going to school and taking classes in physical education.
I realize youve got a lot more to do than help some sorry guy with a sad story. But if you wrote a little message at the end of your column maybe Andrew might see it. Heres my contact info just in case you do print something: Andrew can reach me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Help A Brother Out
A: Happy to help, HABO.
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