A friend of mine on the opposite coast is a cross-dresser considering transitioning. He came out to a female friend he had known for a long time but hadn't seen in a while, and she told her that she wanted her to come to her house fully dressed for some hot sex to "explore her bi-curiosity" or some shit. I told her to go for it, saying gender-transgression play is potentially hot. I neglected to mention that she should only go for it if she trusted this girl (hereafter known as "Evil Bitch"). Evil Bitch backed out as soon as she arrived, but took her out to dinner (still fully dressed) as consolation. When she first told me this, I thought, "Oh well, Evil Bitch got cold feet, that sucks.wsaxct" Now my friend is telling me that Evil Bitch messaged a bunch of mutual friends he wasn't out to, outing my friend to them. After my friend told Evil Bitch that what went down between them was private, Evil Bitch just responded with "LOL k," and THEN posted pictures from their dinner date – fully dressed – on her Facebook. I told my friend to call Evil Bitch up and tell her what a violation of privacy and betrayal of trust that was. She just called him a faggot and hung up. I feel bad because I encouraged her to go for it. Is there anything my friend can do? She's freaking out and thinks that Evil Bitch ruined her life.
Friend Of Crossdresser Betrayed By Evil Bitch
Your pronouns are all over the place, FOCBBEB. Your friend is a she, then a he, then a she, then a he. So I'm gonna stick with "Your Friend," despite how clunky it makes my response, because I can't tell how Your Friend identifies.
I can only assume that Your Friend and Evil Bitch exchanged emails, swapped texts, sent DMs via Twitter, etc., so Your Friend shouldn't accuse Evil Bitch of lying. That will prompt Evil Bitch to retaliate by posting emails, texts and DMs to Facebook, which will only make things worse for Your Friend.
Since Your Friend can't turn this around on Evil Bitch, there's no way for Your Friend to nip this situation in the bud. Your Friend can only get out in front of it. Your Friend is out about the cross-dressing now, at least, and Your Friend should embrace being out with as much good grace and courage as Your Friend can muster. And paradoxically, the more at peace with being out Your Friend appears to be, the fewer people Your Friend will be outed to. If Your Friend tries to keep this quiet, other malicious assholes will realize they can hurt Your Friend by spreading the news. If Your Friend acts like Your Friend couldn't care less who knows, malicious assholes will be less likely to spread it around.
I just read your column about evangelical girls "saddlebacking" (having anal sex in order to preserve their virginities). I am a 21-year-old and have been sexually active since age 14. I engage in oral and anal sex. I have never had vaginal intercourse, so technically I am still a virgin. My reason for doing this has NOTHING to do with religion and everything to do with AVOIDING PREGNANCY. And, yes, I think it would be nice to give the man I marry a rare gift on our wedding night. And with my experiences over the past seven years, I believe I will be able to keep my future husband fulfilled and quite happy in the bedroom.
Anal is a highly effective birth-control method, and there's only one known case of someone getting pregnant through oral sex. (Google around and you'll find it pretty quick.) But anal intercourse is also the most effective means of HIV transmission – 18 times more effective than vaginal intercourse – so I hope you're using condoms, regardless. And one quibble: If technically you're still a virgin, then technically my husband is still a virgin, too. Yeah … no. My husband isn't a virgin, technically or otherwise, and neither are you. Your vagina might be a virgin, sure, but you're not.
PAULINE "DEAR ABBY" PHILLIPS: I grew up reading both Eppie "Ann Landers" Lederer in the Chicago Sun-Times and Pauline "Dear Abby" Phillips in the Chicago Tribune. I always preferred Ann's column to Abby's column – did you know they were twin sisters? – and I'm actually sitting at Ann's desk, which I bought at auction after her death, as I write this. So you could definitely call me more of an Ann fan. But I have a newfound appreciation for Abby after reading Margalit
Fox's terrific obit in the New York Times. The obit ends with the most famous three-word response in the whole sordid history of the advice-column racket:
Dear Abby: Two men who claim to be father and adopted son just bought an old mansion across the street and fixed it up. We notice a very suspicious mixture of company coming and going at all hours – blacks, whites, Orientals, women who look like men, and men who look like women. This has always been considered one of the finest sections of San Francisco, and these weirdoes are giving it a bad name. How can we improve the neighborhood?
– Nob Hill Residents
Dear Residents: You could move.
Phillips wrote that decades ago – back when adult gay men often resorted to adopting their adult partners because it was the only way to secure any legal protection for their relationships – and people are still quoting it today. I don't think anyone working in this genre will ever top it. My sympathies to Jeanne Phillips, Pauline's daughter and the current author of the Dear Abby column.