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The Valentine’s Bash!
February 11, 2010
A few years before my wife and I met, she made porn with a boyfriend. He intended to start a pay-per-view website but never did. I was upset, but then I remembered that I enjoy porn, and the idea of seeing the hottest woman I've ever met—and am now married to—doing porn might be really enjoyable. To get these tapes, I'd have to contact the ex, and that might be a bad idea. What do you think?
Torn Over Porn
What does she think? The wife? Does she want you to see the porn? Does she want to have any contact—even if you handle the negotiations—with her ex?
If she's cool with it, and thinks the ex will be cool with it, by all means ask for the tapes. But hold on to my e-mail address, TOP, just in case her ex is bigger than you, appears to be better in bed, etc., and you need someone to talk you off the ledge.
I see women prostitutes. Twice, the woman I was seeing turned out to be a post-op transsexual. They were both nice people, and I wish them well. But I prefer nature's own vaginas. Some TSs disclose; some don't. Some wind up getting outed on bulletin boards and trashed. I am sure it limits their income. What are the rules?
Prefers Really Original Sex
There are no rules in an illegal and unregulated marketplace, PROS, although I'm not sure how "truth in packaging" provisions could be enforced if prostitution were legal and regulated. So caveat emptor, boys, and try to mix a little empathy in with your emptoring. Many TS sex workers are engaged in what social workers call "survival prostitution"—they're marginalized, they don't have familial or societal support, and they're selling sex to keep roofs over their heads—so they're not duping you for shits and giggles.
And there are worse things than accidentally sticking your dick in a woman who was born into a man's body, PROS. Did you catch Charlize Theron's Academy Award–winning performance in Monster?
I have been in a nonmonogamous marriage for several years. We've had a lot of fun. My only gripe is that she is allowed to have solo adventures and I am not. When I protest, she says that she would rather stop having solo experiences than allow me to as well. This is little comfort, as I enjoy her having her solo experiences. My wife is a lovely woman, and I don't want to risk any damage to my marriage or family life (we have two wonderful kids). But it is clear to me now that I require a little safe, NSA exploration on my own every once in a while. What's a boy to do?
Equal Rights In Coitus
Hearing about the wife's solo adventures gives you a boner—that is what you meant by "I enjoy her having her own experiences," right?—while the prospect of your solo adventures has the opposite effect on the wife, i.e., the thought doesn't give her a girl boner. So while you rightly perceive her solo adventuring as unfair, ERIC, there's something in those solo adventures for you, i.e., boy boners, while there's nothing in your proposed solo adventures for her, i.e., no girl boners.
Life isn't fair, as I hope your mama warned you, and in an open relationship, life's unfairness can manifest itself in one partner agreeing to less freedom of action in order to accommodate the other's insecurities, irrationalities, insanities, etc. If the unfairness of it all is unacceptable to you, ERIC, accept your wife's offer to terminate her solo adventures.
I'm a longtime fan and agree with you 99 percent of the time, and I'm usually annoyed when you run letters from angry readers. Alas, I think I'm one of those folks today. Your advice to Horny Homo two weeks ago was messed up. While I agree that some careful wording is needed when suggesting a threesome for the first time, a closeted bi guy pretending to go into a MMF situation solely for his girlfriend's pleasure is a recipe for disaster.
As a bisexual woman, I find it pathetic that this guy can't suck it up and tell his girlfriend that he's interested in having sex with men. As you've said to other people in similar situations, he's better off telling his girlfriend the truth. Maybe she's completely GGG for the whole thing—or maybe she'd rather not be used by two liars looking to scratch an itch.
Flippant Answer Isn't Legit
They can't all be gems, FAIL, and that response sucked balls. Consider it withdrawn. And for the record: Yes to honesty, yes to the dude telling his girlfriend he's bi, and yes to angry readers calling me on my fails, FAIL.
So the Oscar nominations just came out. The same question plagues me every year: How many people do you think have been fucked with an Oscar? I mean, it's shaped just right and so associated with power, fantasy, etc. that it's just gotta happen.
Hoping Every Lovely Little Oscar Gets Oiled Really Good Evoking Orgasms Up Starbutts
First, a programming note: When Savage Love readers noticed that I was turning sign-offs into acronyms to save space, they began crafting sign-offs that resulted in amusing and/or revealing acronyms, e.g., PROS, ERIC, FAIL. But long sign-offs, even if they make for terrific acronyms, don't save space. So limit your sign-off to no more than five or six words, dear readers, if you want to see it in print. (I'm making an exception for HELLOGORGEOUS for reasons that will be immediately apparent to anyone who's ever had a cock in his pants and his mouth simultaneously.)
Okay, HELLOGORGEOUS, your letter arrived on the day I had the distinct pleasure/honor of hanging out with a couple of people who just so happen to have four—four!—Oscars on a shelf in their offices. They laughed when I showed them your letter. Not because they had fucked themselves with their Oscars, HELLOGORGEOUS, but because the first thing they observed about their Oscars was that they were, indeed, "shaped just right." (I think the shoulders are a bit wide, but the base is flared, which is what you want with an insertion toy.)
I didn't press them on whether they had confirmed their suspicions—we'd only just met—but rest assured, HELLOGORGEOUS, if a thing can be stuffed in someone's ass and/or twat, someone somewhere has stuffed the thing—Coke bottle, Oscar statuette, Scott Brown action figure—into someone's ass and/or twat.
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