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Honey, Google "Monica Lewinsky".
Or is it early to Maryland? (Sloggers: the MTV pilot tapes at U of M Thursday - any Sloggers who know students there, tell 'em to go and make Dan look good.)
Oh, damn, that's my blackmailing neighbor calling. Second time already today. Gotta go!
Yep, phony as a $3 bill.
Dear Dan Savage.
I never thought it would happen to me...
I would suggest 1000mg's of Send-Your-Masturbation-Erotic-Fantasies-To-An-Erotic-Literature-Site-Instead. STAT!
On the very very slim chance it's not a fake, blackmail is flat out illegal. Go straight to the police, tell them your entire story, set it up to bust him and go on from there. Yes, other people may find out that you are a crossdresser, and there's a point at which you'll do blowjobs. Nothing to be done about that. Unless, you *want* to continue.
On the more likely chance it's a story: not too bad. But it would have worked much better in the 60's or 70's. Maybe even the 80's...
- Dan Savage (and/or "Hard Harry" in Pump up the Volume)
Yet for some reason, I want it to be real. Even though what that says about the world is horrible.
Also, do any real CD of this variety ever really go out in public this way? At all?
I would think a guy who is comfortable crossdressing would understand that sucking dick under duress does not make one gay.
But anyway, assuming for the sake of argument that the story is true: either a) head it off at the pass and come out to Mom (after confirming he's not bluffing and really knows here) or b) call the cops
But I'm with everyone else. The letter is preposterous.
On the absurdly miniscule chance it's real: Go to the police.
For the reality of the situation: You do know there are erotic fiction and fanfic sites for this shit, right? I mean, you don't write well enough to get into the good ones, but not all sites have high standards. Write to one of them.
Who has more to fear from exposure - the guy with the harmless passtime of enjoying crossdressing, or the blackmailing rapist who likes getting forcing dudes to suck him off?
But just to even things out a bit, if it's true, it should be easy enough to hide a digital recorder in that empty bra and record his threats. After which you point out that yes, he can hurt you with your mother, but you can and will destroy his life and it will be a long, long time until he's on the receiving end of a blow job again.
Otherwise, the letter seems fake, because a 23-year-old straight crossdresser would know to claim the photos were photoshopped.
This scenario, while not impossible, I suppose, is about as likely as a UPS guy is to strip down and do you while delivering a package. I recall another one a while back that I think made it into Dear Abby that Dan called a fake where this dude had a twin and a convoluted explanation for why he wasn't in bed with his wife and the next day she thanked her husband for the awesome sex - but wait, it must have been the twin!! Zoiks!! Whatever to do!! And Dan said, amazing how it just so happens that a twisted series of events leads to a very common male fantasy.
No one would go out -- on repeated occasions -- withOUT a back-up plan for what to do if recognized.
Of course, a good honest "so I dress up like a girl sometimes. What of it?" is probably the best response.
LukeJoe @45 I'm thinking about it...
...I mean we could give much better advice if we have more situational detail. Right?
No, that's how liberal porn starts.
I believe we're looking at the kind of porn that ends, "...and then I was saved by the power of my lord and savior, Jesus Christ. Amen."
Fortunately, Mom recently got diagnosed with cancer, so maybe there's a light at the end of the tunnel...
If not fake, then just boring.
I think the writer should go over to Brett's house, one last time, just to tell him that the blowjobs are over and he's going to call the police. He should wear his best outfit--the one with the embroidered bustier and the six-inch alligator pumps--just to make Brett regret what he's about to lose. Only when Brett opens the door, he won't be alone. The handsome, shirtless Latino on the sofa...is wearing a police officer's hat and belt!
"You can't go to the police, honey," Brett will say, pushing the letter writer's head down, as Officer Luis grabs his ass from behind. "We ARE the police."
I would totally watch MTV if this were true!
To my pleasant surprise... Horror! I meant horror! Er... damnit, hold on, this is getting so hard... /giggle. Anyway, to my *horror* there were two other guys there, and I'm told I have to suck them all off, otherwise the pictures of me in a pretty dress will be shown to my mom, so I get down on my knees, and wouldn't you know it, in all the commotion, I forget to turn on the tape-recorder to get the evidence to get this guy arrested.
/sigh. Guess I'll just have to try again tomorrow night. I think I'll wear the sexy black dress..."
The entire story is Grade A bullshit, of course. So your mother finds out. What's the worst that could happen? It's the year 2010, for crying out loud. What, she's gonna disown you because she disapproves of your clothing choices? Crossdressing hasn't been particularly scandalous since the 1960s. Hell, she probably likes Eddie Izzard. No, you're right, better to just go along with the blackmail and sexual assault. Right.
Fakety-fake-fake. And contrived. And tedious.
There must be, what, hundreds of variations of this exact same little scenario in the Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository? Thousands even?
It's like bad fanfic or a shitty sitcom script or something--a perfect, predictable encapsulation of every formulaic trope possible w/in the genre.
Fuck you, CD, for foisting this boring, tiresome little jerk-off fantasy of yours onto an undesiring readership.
The level of your sexual imagination is fucking pathetic, and you should be ashamed.
5% chance the LW is FUBB and/or TSTCF. If the latter, I see his options as pretty simple:
1) Find a sympathetic policeman. Blackmail sex = sexual assault in most jurisdictions. The worst thing that can happen is they'll laugh at him and tell him to go away.
2) Come out to mom as a CDing occasional pole smoker. This ain't 1984. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Full-time Marys can serve in the military. Worst thing that can happen is mom freaks out. If she doesn't come round inside of a year, the LW is well rid of her.
3) Seek his own justice. I suggest he track down the BMer's mother and spill his yellow guts and/or threaten to do the same. This of course runs the biggest risk of blowing up in his face, but offers the greatest potential for satisfaction.
If it's true, the LW's a stupid, fucked-up asshole for allowing himself to be blackmailed. Pictures of yourself tarted up like a two dollar whore are nothing to be ashamed of. But if it's true, the BMer really deserves to discover that this kind of behavior is no way to get his dick sucked.
On the off chance this is for real, then bite down HARD the next time he forces you to have sex. Take an inch off the top, spit it back in his face and dare him to go to the cops.
Then move across the country and don't leave a forwarding address.
Then record an instance of the threat occurring and go to police. It's unlikely your family is reading the police blotter for giggles.
Or you could just come out of that closet and stop worrying.
There are no words for how fake this letter was.
Going by your inept analysis, autistics can't be victims. It's a mystery how you reconcile your intolerance-for-diversity in the forum of an liberal identity-politics advocate.
The mind boggles with the sad scenarios in which the poor lad could find himself.
BUT if I'm treating it like a hypothetical like Dan suggested: Being blackmailed for sex obviously isn't legal, so take some legal action. And if a few family members / friends hear about it, it's not that hard to cover up the truth. Just say he was an aspiring photographer who offered you money to pose in the outfits, and you figured it'd be an easy buck, but then he used the pics to blackmail you, and you'd rather not talk about any of it except with your therapist and you hope they all understand. (Hey, that's about as convincing as the story in the letter, right?) And then you move to a new apartment and avoid posing in secret outfits for strangers's cameras. The end.
On weekend evenings, I like to go out and about when dressed, doing some light shopping in my feminine form.
But no heavy shopping.
If you want to write erotica, upload it to a site designed for that purpose. And if slog keep publishing obvious fakes (whether to laugh over or whatever), it's going to incentivize more fakers to do the same :(
Ridiculous. Of course there's an alternative. He can kill *himself*.