The Stranger is taking a break for the holidays, but the Internet never rests, so we’re re-running some of our favorite stories from our 25th Anniversary Issue. Enjoy!
“What The Hell Is Frottage Anyway?,” September 27, 1993
Hey, Faggot:
What the hell is frottage and where can I get some? If you don’t answer my question, I’ll stay awake nights watching info-mercials.
Stupid In Seattle
Hey, Stupid in Seattle:
There’s no such thing as “frottage.” It’s a word I made up. I wanted to see how many letters I would get asking me what “frottage” was after I introduced it in my column. Originally, I was going to make up a definition—something like “Frottage is the act of making charcoal rubbings of your lover’s genitals”—but my conscience got the best of me and I’m coming clean; there’s no such thing as “frottage.”
[Ed. Note: Dan has often been known to lie to stupid people in his column.]