Q So I have been in a relationship with the same guy since I was about 16. It’s been a little over four years now, but I came out to him a year ago about the fact that I’m bisexual, which he has no problem with. So since then, I have had wild fantasies about a threesome with a really hot girl. But it’s a lot harder to arrange that than it seems. Do you have any suggestions about how we can find a third? We’ve already tried Craigslist with no luck. —Where the Girls At?
AYou think your luck with Craigslist is bad, WTGA? Jeff Gradney, a television news reporter in Las Vegas, lost his job after some anonymous douche bag alerted the management at KTNV TV “Channel 13 Action News” to the fact that Gradney and his girlfriend placed an ad on Craigslist seeking a third. Sexphobia? Definitely. Homophobia? Perhaps: Gradney and his girlfriend were looking for another dude. And for this infraction—which had nothing to do with his job performance—Gradney was fired. So much for “Action News,” huh? (People who’ve had three-ways—or not—are invited to come to Gradney’s defense. Send an outraged e-mail to KTNV TV’s vice president and general manager Jim Prather at firstname.lastname@example.org.)
Gradney’s dismissal came a week after a pair of nationally ranked college wrestlers—including a 2007 national champion—were booted from the University of Nebraska wrestling team after it emerged that both had jerked off for an Internet porn site. (Solo jerk-off scenes, nothing gay about ’em, although the Web site is aimed at gay men.)
Sexphobes will say that Gradney and those college wrestlers got what was coming to ’em. People shouldn’t let it all hang out on the Web—or spurt out, in the case of the wrestlers—unless they’re prepared to lose their jobs, their spots on the team, their shot at being an American Idol, etc. But with so many people documenting their lives online and so many people using the Internet as a tool to seek sexual fulfillment, and given our thoroughly exhibitionist culture, one might think that people could picture themselves in Gradney’s shoes, or those wrestlers’ singlets, and cut ’em a little fucking slack.
If I may tweak a phrase: What happens online really ought to stay online. Your Internet personals shouldn’t be something that can be used against you by bluenoses at work; if you like to show off and you want to wank for the Web, that shouldn’t matter to the douche bags who run the NCAA. (Hello, NCAA? Want to generate interest in the sport? Encourage more college wrestlers to make JO videos.) Here’s hoping that we soon reach a Web-exposure tipping point, a time when everyone has something out there online that’s sexually explicit or deeply embarrassing or both. When that blessed day arrives, we’ll think twice about firing someone or cutting someone from the team for the crime of letting it all hang out online because, hey, we’ve got it all hanging out online too.
As for how to find a third, WTGA: Most people looking for thirds want someone who’s totally trustworthy and honest and comes guaranteed to be disease free, but they also want that someone to be a complete stranger whom they’ll never see again after the three-way is over. Those someones don’t exist, WTGA. If you really want to have a three-way, you either go with the likely-to-be-skeezy stranger you met online and risk dismemberment or you approach a trusted, attractive friend and risk rejection.
Q I am a 30-year-old woman in a relationship with my childhood sweetheart. My boyfriend and I got together when we were 15. It was—and remains—an intense and extraordinary intellectual compatibility. He’s the funniest and smartest person I have ever met. Sure we have had our ups and downs, but there is a lot of good stuff there.
OK, cutting to the chase: I have never slept with another man, and I don’t want to. I no longer want to have sex with him and have been having sex with women behind his back. I have long been attracted to women and suspect I would have been in a relationship with one by now if my life took a different path. I love my boyfriend, his family, our friends, our life. But nothing makes me feel more “me” than lying next to a woman after we’ve gotten each other off for hours on end. Do I come out, wreck my life and his, all because of one small part of who I am? Or do I stop being an unfaithful bitch and make things work with the man I love? —Why Do I Have to Dig Chicks?
A First off, WDIHTDC, no one has to dig chicks. It’s an elective, not a course requirement. (Except at Brown, of course.)
Now, seeing as you and your boyfriend are young enough to get out there and find new partners relatively easily, and seeing as this man who you profess to love has a right (1) not to be lied to for the rest of his life, (2) not to be cheated on for the rest of his life, and (3) to be with a woman who actually wants to have sex with him, there’s only one possible course of action here. Thank your boyfriend for his years of faithful service—honor his service—and then cut his ass loose.
If you play your cards right, WDIHTDC, you may be able to keep your ex, his family, and your mutual friends in your life. But if you continue to lie and cheat and munch carpet on the down low, and you get caught and outed, it’s unlikely that your ex, his family, and your mutual friends will want to see your lying, cheating, carpet-munchin’ face ever again.
Q I just read the advice you gave to the kid married for six months. His wife bought a strap-on once he brought up anal. You threw a line in there about the University of Pittsburgh and Bend Over Boyfriend, an instructional video about pegging. Are you implying that the Pitt girls are into this? I live ten minutes from the main campus and would love to find a dominant pegger. Just don’t know how I would even begin the conversation.—Submissive U-Peggee
A Did I say that Pitt shows Bend Over Boyfriend as a part of freshman orientation? I may have misspoken. Or mistyped. It’s just that I recently gave a speech there, and the students asked so many questions about pegging during the Q & A that I just assumed Bend Over Boyfriend is shown to incoming classes at that fine institution of higher learning. (And I’m not saying that it shouldn’t be shown, only that it isn’t. It most definitely should. Indeed, Bend Over Boyfriend should be shown continuously in every frat house in North America from late August through early June.) But I would beg you, SUP, not to stalk Pitt’s campus in search of a dominant pegger. If you’re having trouble finding one through normal channels (surfing the Web, asking women you’re dating, hanging out at Wendy’s), SUP, then you’ll just have to rent one.
Oh, and speaking of speaking at colleges: If you want me to come to your campus and give a talk—we call it “Savage Love Live”—e-mail the folks who handle my speaking gigs at email@example.com.