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I decided, at 12 years old, that pregnancy was not something I wanted to worry about, and now, at the ripe age of 26, I'm still a virgin. I exchanged oral favors with my boyfriends, none of whom lasted more than three months. At 19, I figured out that it was a form of leading men on to date them, yet give them no chance of sleeping with me until I was ready to have kids. So I took myself out of the game. I have not dated in six years. My self-imposed sexual isolation is complicated by the fact that I am now overweight and have abnormal hair growth (I have to shave my face and chest daily).

For years my inner emotional life has been locked between aching loneliness and cold emptiness. My friends and my family, though warm and loving, are no longer enough. I want more, I want physical comfort and emotional gratification. I want sexual contact. But I just can't seem to get over my original reasoning and self-conscious body issues.


Frigid Frustrated Fool

The weight? Lose it. Join a gym, buy a bike, walk an hour a day. Move more, eat less — it ain't rocket science.

The hair? Lose it. Go to an electrologist or a laser-hair-removal joint and have your face and chest hair blasted away forever.

The self-pity? Lose it. While it sucks to be fat, FFF, you have to take responsibility for letting yourself get fat. (And, hey, some guys dig fat chicks.) While it sucks to have to shave your chest and face every day, there are worse physical challenges. (And, hey, some guys dig hairy chicks.)

The 12-year-old? You need to murder that dumb cunt.

That sounds harsh, I realize, but I speak from experience. You see, I decided, at age 12, that parental disapproval, religious condemnation and social ostracism were things I didn't want to worry about, so I resolved never to come out of the closet. Instead, I would learn how to become a priest or fuck girls, and I gave both options my best shot. (Hey there, Quigley Preparatory Seminary North! Hey there, Wanda!) But by age 26, I was out, my parents were over it, and I was living in Berlin with my first serious boyfriend. I couldn't have gotten the physical comfort and gratification that I ached for — to say nothing of the bruises and rope burns — if I hadn't wrapped my hands around the throat of that scared, pansy-assed, 12-year-old faggot and squeezed the life out of him.

Reading your letter was like hearing from that 12-year-old faggot again. You made the same mistakes at 12 that I did, but whereas I wanted to avoid the potentially painful consequences of crushing disapproval, you wanted to avoid the potentially painful consequences of unplanned pregnancy. We both ran away from our desires in order to protect ourselves from the pain we feared. But our youthful attempts to avoid the possibility of pain by denying ourselves love and intimacy only succeeded in bringing down upon us the certain pain of aching loneliness and cold emptiness.

So, just as I had to get out there and risk being disowned by my family, getting tossed out of my church and contracting a potentially fatal sexually transmitted disease in order to find physical comfort, emotional gratification and sexual contact, you're going to have to get out there and risk getting pregnant, contracting diseases and getting hurt. There's no other way. Will you find love if you start taking risks? Maybe, maybe not. But I guarantee that you won't find love sitting on your ass in your apartment obsessing about pregnancy and downing pints of ice cream.

You can do this. If I could kill that scared 12-year-old fag, you can kill that dumb 12-year-old cunt. Just wrap your hands around her throat and squeeze.

I am an 18-year-old girl with an 18-year-old guy. We have been dating for 15 months and have a healthy sex life. Seven months ago I found out that he was cheating on me online with guys. He said there was nothing physical and that he wasn't interested in these guys at all, he just enjoyed leading them on. He also told me that he'd stop. A month ago I found out that he started doing it again. I talked to a couple of the guys that he was leading on, and it turns out he met more than one and wanted to have sex with them.

I live with him and I don't want to leave him — but I'm scared that he might cheat again. I have nothing against gay or bisexual people, I just know that if he was bisexual — he can't be gay, because he wouldn't like me if he were, right? — I wouldn't feel comfortable watching TV knowing he thinks that Paris Hilton AND Paris Latsis are hot. I love him, and I know you're going to tell me to DTMFA (I'm a regular reader), but I'd rather hear some other insight on this situation.

Torn In New York

Hmm, your boyfriend is a lying closet case but you want some insight besides DTMFA, OK …

If you're going to stay with the LCC, then you're going to have to accept the fact that you're dating a guy who is, at best, bisexual. So here's what you're signing up for if you stay: He's gonna fuck you, he's gonna fuck guys and he's gonna lie to you about it. If you don't want him to lie to you, TINY, then you're gonna have to convince him to come out to you and give him your blessing to sleep with guys on the side. If you can't do that, then you need to — well, you're a regular reader, you know what you need to do.

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