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September 18, 2008
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When are HUMP! tickets going on sale? We wait with whetted appetites and utter anticipation. Yet when I go to the HUMP! website, there's not a word about ticket sales, only about making and submitting films for HUMP!. Any information about getting our hands on tickets would be helpful! Thank you!
Tall Rough TopHUMP! can't come if you don't.
I'm not talking about audiences, TRT, or all those Craigslist scalpers who gouge people for tickets to our porn festival every year. No, my point is this: Seattle's biggest, best, and only amateur and locally produced porn/erotica film festival can't come if Seattle's dead-sexy, adventurous, and sex-positive folks don't make pornographic and/or erotic films for HUMP!. That's why our HUMP! website—www.thestranger.com/hump—focuses on filmmakers right now and not filmgoers.
A few words to HUMP! filmmakers and HUMP! stars: The deadline for HUMP! entries is October 6, 2008. That's just a few weeks away—but there's plenty of time to make a sexy short film for HUMP!. One of last year's winning teams made its HUMP! film the day before the deadline!
If you're tempted to make a film for HUMP! but you're concerned about your privacy—if you're worried about your future great-great-grandchildren finding your HUMP! film on the interwebs one day—rest easy! We work hard to make HUMP! safe, fun, and anonymous for all. You make a film, you give it to us, we make two master screening copies (one's a backup), and return the original to you. Our only copies are destroyed live onstage after the final HUMP! screening. We've hosted DOZENS and DOZENS of HUMP! screenings over the last three years with ZERO leaks! HUMP! lets you to be a porn star for a weekend—not for life.
Let me emphasize that point again: We've got three HUMP! festivals under our belts and we've never had a leak. That's three festivals, dozens and dozens of screenings, and thousands of hooting, clapping, cheering HUMP! fans—and not one single security breach. Your dirty movie is safe with us, porn star!
Some other frequently asked HUMP! questions:
"Do I have to show my face in my film?"
Nope! We need proof of age—a photocopy of a passport or driver's license—for everyone who appears in your film, but you can be shot from the neck down. Or you can wear masks. Or makeup. Or a Sarah Palin wig and glasses. So long as your film is creative and hot, it'll make the cut!
"Does my film have to be hardcore?"
Nope! Erotica, animation, mechanical dogs, amorous saltshakers, horny napkins, and nonexplicit shorts all have a home at HUMP!.
"Are there cash prizes?"
Yep! Big-ass cash prizes have always been a part of HUMP!. We've got two $2,000 First Prizes—one for Best Hardcore and one for Best Humor—and this year we're adding a $500 Best Actor Prize and a $500 Best Actress Prize. All prizes are awarded by audience ballot!
"Anything else I should know before I get started on my film?"
Films must be shorter than eight minutes. Nothing illegal, please. No poop, no animals, no kids. Films that include shots of Red Square, Dino Rossi, Mars Hill Church, Bellevue, or a jack-o'-lantern are awarded extra points by the HUMP! jury. Films can be submitted in DVD or VHS format. Deadline for entry is October 6, 2008. HUMP! goes down at On the Boards on October 24 and 25. Release forms and more information are available at www.thestranger.com/hump.
And finally, TRT, tickets for HUMP! go on sale October 8. Watch www.thestranger.com/hump for details.
Is it possible for a man to insert his balls into a woman? It's a topic I don't want to Google. A few months ago, I was making out with a guy and he whispered that he wanted to insert his balls into me. I said, "What?!?" and he moved on to other things. I've shared this story with a couple of girlfriends. After laughing, they all said they've never heard of such a thing. Are we prudes or am I missing out on something?
Reconsidering In TorontoNothing shrivels the ol' dick quite as quickly as the "What?!?" bomb.
There the guy was, boned for you, and he was brave enough to put his desires out there, to make himself vulnerable (which is what the ladies are always saying they want, right?), and you lobbed the ol' "What?!?" bomb at him and made him feel like a freak. Is it any wonder that he quickly moved on to "other things" and, one would hope, better sex partners?
And that's too bad, RIT, because it sounds like you may have been a little curious, maybe even tempted, by his request. I mean, here you are, all these months later, wondering what that "What?!?" caused you to miss out on. But before I fill you in—or stuff it in—let's pause to consider just what prompted you to toss out that "What?!?" bomb in the first place.
You're not the only person whose first reaction to an unexpected request is "What?!?" Many of us feel obliged—even the sexually adventurous among us—to go on the record with slight-to-mild-to-royal shock when a new partner presents us with a request for something besides standard-issue sex organ stuffed in standard-issue orifice. Our shock—real, feigned, or exaggerated—allows us to establish our moral superiority while placing the other person in a weaker position. It forces the other person to acknowledge that he or she is the bigger pervert and that we, by even contemplating indulging his or her kinks, are doing that person a favor. Tragically for all involved, most people on the receiving end of a "What?!?" emerge less likely to share their kinks with future sex partners, resulting in less interesting sex lives for all.
On to your question: Yeah, a guy can insert his balls into a vagina—or an anus, or a mouth, or the seventh hole of the Augusta National golf course. Some guys like to do it loose; they pack the sack in by hand and the orifice then closes around their sacks, above their balls. These guys derive pleasure from having their balls trapped and tugged. Other guys like to wrap their scrabble bags with a short length of soft rope or a rubber sheath; this pushes their nuts down to the bottom of their sacks and creates, essentially, a firmer, more-easily-inserted, temporarily phallus-shaped sack that they can literally fuck the shit out of you with.
So here's what you missed out on, RIT: a safe and unique sexual experience with a guy who isn't afraid of his own desires but is, it seems, too easily spooked by the odd "What?!?" Who knows? Maybe he was "the one," but your reaction to his kink prompted him to go off in search of more indulgent, less-sex-negative partners.
Your loss, I'd say.
Tell me the name of my fetish! In intimate situations, all I want is the foreplay portion of a hookup: kissing, petting, dry humping. But it goes no further than both parties being shirtless, i.e., no oral, no penetration, no getting off. Is there a name for this fetish?
My Own Crazy KinkIndeed there is, MOCK. It's called "second base."
At a recent party in Paris, I fucked a Spanish girl in an inflatable igloo. As we were going at it—standing up, from behind, clothes mostly on—she put a finger in her ass. Being the gentleman I am, I asked if she'd prefer something more substantial in there. She said yes. After a few minutes, I began to smell something. I prayed to the God I don't believe exists that it wasn't what I suspected. I finally looked down and saw her ass and my dick were covered in brown. Nearly vomiting, I tried to stay calm and make what I would consider a traumatic situation for her a little less embarrassing.
Thing is, she wasn't embarrassed. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, after I lost my erection, removed my socks and underwear and used them to try to clean things up, she sucked me off. The next day, I received a text from her saying that she had a great time. No apology for shitting on me, no quip to lighten things up. I'd suspect that she forgot the whole ordeal (she was drunk), but I'm confident that despite my efforts to clean up, she awoke the next day with shit on her person and skirt. In the days since, my sympathy for the cute little thing has turned into resentment. Shouldn't she have known she had to poop? Shouldn't she have apologized?
Shitty Shitty Bang BangYou did all the right things after that Spanish tramp shit on you—and we're talking shit here, not a splash of santorum. You pulled out, you cleaned up, you moved on. Some folks would've freaked but, eh, those folks don't get it. You can put lipstick on ass, my friends, but it's still ass. Shit happens, as the saying goes. Shit shouldn't happen. But when you're fucking ass, shit has to be regarded as a "known known."
The accidental shitter, however, owes the shittee the courtesy of being appropriately mortified; the shitter should also quickly assume all clean-up duties (oral doesn't count); and if the shittee is being cool, the shitter should thank the shittee for not making a big deal about it. Based on this girl's actions, SSBB, I'd say she was blind drunk, utterly clueless, into shit, or all of the above. Whatever her malfunction, SSBB, wipe her from your phone's memory.
I recently read on Wikipedia (which knows all) that you own Ann Landers's desk. I really enjoyed her column growing up, and now I enjoy yours. I'm wondering how you display the desk, and if you write at it.
Curious WikipedianWikipedia doesn't know all, CW. For instance, the site incorrectly lists my age: I am 34, not 43. And that picture of me they're using? I may have to sue.
But I do own Ann Landers's desk. I bought it at auction after Landers passed away—after securing an okay from her daughter, Margo Howard—and when I'm not writing Savage Love in a bar, an airport, or an inflatable igloo, I write at Landers's desk. And let me tackle the obvious follow-up question: I've never had sex on Landers's desk, you sick fucks. I can't go so far as to say that Landers's desk has been entirely unmolested since it came into my possession, as I'm not the only person with after-hours access to my offices. But if this desk has been violated, it wasn't by me.
Keep up the good lie. Works well for McCain.
So while the shitter should have been a little more polite and mortified (provided that she even realized), I would have liked a little more guidance to the shittee about practicing safer sex, not having anal sex with total strangers, and maybe (if he was not as equally drunk) being a little more concerned about the possibility of exploiting a person that may not have been in a mind state to exercise her best judgement.
I'm not saying she was a victim, just saying she had put herself in a position to make bad decisions - and no one (male / female / gay / straight) should take advantage of that in a sexual or nonsexual situation.
I can't comprehend why you are so harsh on her, telling the dude to ditch her number because there was *gasp* shit in her ass.
I am normally a huge fan of yours but the mysoginistic undertone is thick in this weeks column.
Two things: First, I read "What!?" to mean, "Is such a thing physically possible!?" rather than, "That's too weird to be contemplated!" My reaction might have been the same, only because I had no idea it could be done. It's too bad the guy was cowed, but the What-er might have been innocent of prudery, no?
Second: The shit-prick guy: You missed a vital component of his mail. He mentions that this (presumably stranger) woman from a party was noticably drunk. That makes him a rapist and getting shit upon is the least of what he's earned. I hope he gets shit cooties, for a start.
Its buttsex. Shit happens.
Though as to the comment that anal sex isn't a first date activity; well, that isn't really fair! Sometimes that's what the *plan* is on a first day, but hey, that could just be me. I'm a little butt biased.
If you have a problem with shit....don't stick your dick in an ass.
I don't think "What?!?" has anything to do with moral vs. immoral, more like...weird vs. normal. I don't think that guy should go to jail or anything, but he is suggesting something not really common so the "What?!?" is part of life.
And I agree that you were way too harsh to the What?! woman. For all we know she's still with him and asking for how-to advice.
Because if surprise is enough to drive a man away, then he's anything but "The One." If his ego is that fragile, then I think RIT dodged a bullet.
As for SSBB, I think his story is BS.
I really hope you're baiting us and that you're not really that judgemental and gullible.
I see this in your response to the first letter: my first reaction to reading that was also What?!?, as in "a guy can do that?" Not something any man has ever asked me to do, and not something I had ever heard of, so surprise is not such a prudish reaction.
And I also see traces of hostility in your reply to the 4th letter: while this woman sounds rather gross, this guy might have thought twice about bedding down with someone *that* drunk. Sounds like both he and she were tramps...
Again, I enjoy Savage Love, but would enjoy it more without the unnecessary snipes to the female side.
Dan: OH NO! You can't say "what", that's practically calling him immoral and it might hurt his feelings! What if you made him feel like a freak?!?!?! Stop trying to make moral judgments!!
Letter: Hey Dan a drunk girl pooped on my dick, wtf?
Dan: What a harlot TRAMP. :<
aahahahaha...but yea, Dan grew up in a different time that's all there is to it I don't think it means you hate females. My gramma goes on and on about the drunk "sluts" on tv (even she isn't as old fashioned as Dan in terms of vocab) but she supports female advancement 100%. It's a generation thing.
And inflatable igloos, or "igloos gonflables" as we say around here, are not uncommon. I don't know about their presence at sex parties, but if I had sufficient space for a sex party, I would be tempted to use an inflatable igloo to provide a bit of privacy for my guests.
I agree that the harsh response to the What?!!? and to the shitter is not consistent.
Regarding RIT, she admits to feeling like she might have missed out on something because of her knee-jerk reaction to a harmless, if seemingly impossible kink. She details that she was making out with this guy a few months ago, so most of her has obviously moved on, just as he did, and yet shes still thinking of what might have been had she used a few less exclamation marks against him. I think Dan's advice is appropriate, especially if you consider that he probably hears these types of sexual regrets all of the time.
Maybe charge an entry fee and give the proceeds to the O/B(b) in hopes of getting Alaska her governor back.
If a brown penis freaks him out, don't stick it in places that might make it brown.
I also feel you've been too harsh towards women in this week's column. And I also suspect shitty's letter is indeed a fake, but if it wasn't, agreed he is a tramp, and deserved whatever he got.
But I will say to Jaya - he wasn't GGG afterward, he had his cock in someone's mouth. That's pretty easy to do.
So much more elegant, don't you think?
i hope shittee was not wearing his finest undies, btw...
It seems like years ago I wrote to you with a stuttering slumbering lilt of a question slathering with ambiguity and restless contrivances....
Could you possibly find a way to eneter into the heart of HUMP, all the little articles of faith in such a fashion as I have laid on Mike Nippers Table and desk and chairs and passed through that little slot of yours at the front lobby so as to finally lay to rest the farce and fickel nature of repugnant bigotry and judgement of innuendo for those who will NEVER SEE A HUMP and have no idead as to the nature of whimsical sarcasm and the bluff of a power-fist?
This would of course give you the pleasure of rule in HUMP for the exchange of un-observed loyalty.
Yours in tandam,
Savaged Daniel.
I enjoyed Margo Howard as the second incarnation of Slate's Dear Prudence advice columnist. That you sought and she gave permission speaks well of both of you.
Even if they'd been having sex already, I think this letter shows there should be some sort of protocol about bringing up kinks - talking about stuff when you're NOT in the middle of anything sexual means you're more likely to be listened to and have your request considered, and less likely to be shot down and ruin whatever perfectly enjoyable vanilla experience you were having at the time. Not only can you ruin it for yourself, but you can ruin it for the other person, as another commenter pointed out.
I'm a pretty kinky GGG person, and even to me bringing up kinks to someone during sex (or immediately beforehand) comes off as rude and demanding (as in "I want to do this right now" instead of "Hey, would you like to try this thing sometime") and isn't encouraging to the other party to be open-minded.
I think that's a pretty normal first answer when confronted with the unexpected, I don't think you have to be trying to be superior etc., you may just be surprised or caught off guard. What you say after "What?", either, "You perv!" or "Oh yeah?" is more important I think.
Re: browncock
You know, the "shittee" never mentions whether he was using a condom. He was already banging her, so either he was using one and probably kept using it, or he was not, so shame on him anyway. But, if he was, cleaning up the shit probably was not so bad, and assuming he didn't get it everywhere when taking it off, her blowing him probably didn't require her to be "into shit". Just, maybe not too grossed out by being near it. Anyway, sounds more plausible to me.
This is not Dan.
Bitching out a girl because she was surprised yet curious about a fetish? Not Dan.
Slagging off a 'tramp' because she had an understandable accident when having drunk anal sex? Not Dan.
Not noticing that the couple weren't using protection and putting in a well-placed warning about it? Definitely not Dan.
Bring Dan Savage back! Who is this imposter?!
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I love how you managed to get three anti-right wing political references in one paragraph!
As for the Spanish chick, it sure sounded like it was no accident.
SSBB - Ridiculously fake. The dude who wrote this (and it was a dude) has probably never had his dick anywhere warm, let alone in a poo-happy Spanish lady's ass.
--LG
So sue me!
Also, I think the poop story is fake. Really? A Spanish girl in Paris in an igloo in the butt?
Well, they didn't *shoot* it the previous day, right? They edited a sub-8-minute festival version from existing footage, right?
I'm not trying to reraise the barriers or anything, I'm all for people deluging you with as many entries as possible. I'm just for truth in advertising too.
oh, and the inflatable igloo makes the story more credible. who makes up that kind of shit.
When did being GGG mean suppressing all emotions including surprise? It reminds me of the time a boy asked me if I knew what a supernova was and then asked to fuck me with champagne, mintos and then his cock. Maybe my 'what' scarred him off too. Oh well.
I have a weird fetish too actually and it is hard to tell partners but 'what' seems like a natural response.
Death to Gender Hypocrisy!
We don't believe you, SSBB.
That hardly makes her an uptight, sex-negative prude: it just makes her someone who had never heard of ball-insertion before.
Perhaps rather than storming off in a huff, the guy who was interested in doing it could have taken the time to explain what it was.
Very few people say "OK" to an activity they've never heard of without some explanation.
"I'd suspect that she forgot the whole ordeal"
Since when is it ok to fuck, let alone ass-fuck, people when they're so drunk that you doubt they'll even remember it?!!! Um... talk about asshole (if not all-out rapist)!!
Secondly, if she WAS that absolutely drunk, than (duh...) maybe that's why she couldn't/didn't help clean up. And maybe, maybe she rightly thought that any person should know that if you fuck people in the ass (not to mention completely shit-faced strangers) that shit happens! We can be mature about it. Don't stick your dick in random assholes if you can't stomach what assholes do.
Finally, I would say a blow-job was a more than decent apology. Obviously, you accepted it and as you said, got off just fine. Well boo-hoo.
And did you eat her out? Or did you just figure she didn't deserve it because (shock!) the ass she let you put your unprotected dick in had shit in it? You fucked her in the ass, then she sucked you off, and you figure she remembered none of it, and now your whining to good ol' Dan Savage, who got it WAY wrong this time. You're an inconsiderate, squeemish asshole, who congratulaes himself on ass-fucking a drunk chick while also getting off and how superior you are, because you know, she poops. People should know to stear wayyyyy clear of you.
And yeah... way harsh on being surprised by the ball fantasy. How about people, who have tame fantasies like that one, also be just a wee bit responsible for getting their needs met, or even EXPLAINING what those needs are?! Really.. if they are so absolutely insecure that a "what?" or light giggle can turn them away and back into their poor, dark, sexual-gratification-denied caves forever and ever, then it's their partner's fault?! Everyone needs to grow up! No one can crack a smile, or you know, betray a bit of honest surprise? For a healthy sexual relationship, both partners have a right to both their desires and the truth of their emotions and responses... and both partners should be able to ask questions.
And Dan sure comes off as reactionary sometimes, not to mention a bit sexist. Hope that's just me reading into it.
Great sense of humor for being shat on!
And, frankly, anyone who's into a nonstandard sexual practice should *expect* the occasional slight hesitation from prospective partners, if for no other reason than the "give me a moment to decide if I want to do that or not, I've never considered it" factor.
I'm sure my question is dumb but I want to know if I owe someone an apology...
My ex used "What?!" as an instant emasculator, yet when I did it to her, she lost her mind.
So yes, people need to keep a good grip on their thoughtless responses. Good call, Dan.
Yet no love for our drunk Spanish slut, who unlike the shitter in the dunes, owes a sincere apology to the shittee and has all clean-up duties as well.
Something smells here, Dan, and it ain't the santorum.
vudu8ball (using GF's account!)
sometimes a cigar is just a cigar....iow, maybe she had never even heard of this activity...so her "What?!" was understandable.
don't be so hard on the naive...you were once
And "nearly vomited"? Come on. It's not like it smells like roses. If you don't like anal, don't do it.



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