Last week's It's My Party sparked a passionate e-mail commotion over the frottage freak who rubs his wang up against girls at live shows. Here are some responses I received, first from the ladies:

"I could be mistaken but am 95 percent sure that this is the same little pervert that was rubbing up against me on two separate occasions at the OK Hotel TEN YEARS AGO! I was standing in the front [of a small crowd] and noticed that someone was pressed up pretty close to me. I turned around and there was an Asian man who was actually shorter than myself (I'm 5' 2," so that detail stuck with me) right behind me, with his body touching mine. Creeped out, I moved away from him. I would've forgotten the incident except it happened to me AGAIN at a different show. I turned around and I'll be damned if it wasn't the same little fucker!"

"I have read twice now about the wiener creep [at the Sleater-Kinney show at the Capitol Hill Block Party and the Oops! Tour at Graceland]. How come you or the other women didn't have the guy arrested, or, better yet, kick his ass? If you don't, it's going to happen [again] . I guarantee if it had been me, it would be way over by now!"

Here, I must interject. The guy was arrested during the Sleater-Kinney show at the Block Party, which took place mid July, but obviously was out on the streets again by the time the Oops! Tour hit Graceland August 2. His hearing, I'm told, was set for August 12. The first time he did it to me two years ago, I spun around and all I saw was a small Asian guy behind me with a blank look on his face. The second time, at a different show, I shoved him and let him have it verbally as he ran away, then I described him to the club's security team and they remained on the lookout.

"You tell it, girl! Oh my goodness. The nerve of that short, puny man... 41 at that!! And he's a pervert! I tell you what. You, indie-chic, are the bomb when it comes to telling unbiased truths about grossness (besides the act of perversion itself). Can I get a word from my sistas?! Oh Kath, I just wanna turn gay and suck on every single one of your outdated-yet-still-obscure tattoos!"

I know a backhanded compliment when I see it, but thanks for responding just the same.

And finally, a man's point of view:

That horrid creep. Here's a solution: Carry pliers with you at all concerts. If he ever flaps his flopper, apply strong lateral pressure. It's sure to be his last musical appearance. But, Kathleen, the phrase, 'a sawed-off little shit of a man (around five feet tall)'? Yes, this zoid is a major sicko putz, but not 'cause of his height. I'm a short guy, around five feet tall. Maybe I'm occasionally a shit, but the elevation-challenged part of my life... alas, that, for me, ain't what's abnormal."

Two things on that: First, HEE! Second, my pops, who is a mere 5' 6" and the sweetest Libra that God ever created (had to be--a Gemini wife and daughter were in his future), taught me as a child that when describing an antagonistic, stubborn man shorter than 5' 10," the phrase "sawed-off little shit" is an appropriate and just qualifier. After I left home, however, I figured out on my own that "goddamn farmer!" is NOT a politically correct way in which to admonish a bad driver.