Shit? You think? Right up there in your boyfriend's butt? Are you sure, WABN? I mean, it could have been a Braille dictionary you felt up there -- they're pretty rough and uneven. Or an almond croissant. Or a twice-baked potato. Or a meteorite. I mean, the world is full of rough and uneven things, and frankly it's disturbing that you would assume it was shit you encountered in your boyfriend's ass. Or are you the type of girlfriend who always assumes the worst where her boyfriend is concerned? Do you never give him the benefit of the doubt?
Look, lady, anal play is swell and there are rewards for men and women willing to explore their rear ends. I speak of the kind of blue-state pleasures that can only be derived through the expert manipulation of 1) the butt's delicate nerve endings, 2) men's prostate glands and 3) women's mysterious clitoral "wings" (the exposed bit of the clit is not the "man in the canoe," ladies and gentleman, only the top of the man's hat). The deliciously naughty sensation/reputation that comes with bursting the whole butt taboo is not to be underestimated either.
But it's still an ass you're playing with, WABN, and barring radical elective surgery and a lifetime of changing colostomy bags, shit comes with the territory. This isn't something anal-sex fans celebrate -- save for a few sickos -- just something they come to grips with. So, yeah, that was shit you encountered. Get over it.
So how do handle this situation if it happens again? Repeat after me: Anal play -- from JV fingers to varsity-level "Louisville Pluggers" -- requires the temporary suspension of disbelief. It's a hole; a pleasure center; an entry, not an exit.
When mature anal-sex fans encounter an unwelcome reminder of the lower GI's primary function -- a rough and uneven lump, a sudden release of gas, a spreading santorum slick -- they regard it as a sign from the anal-sex gods that the buttsex portion of the program is canceled. So the next time you encounter something rough and uneven in your boyfriend's ass -- or if he ever encounters something rough and uneven in your own -- don't keep digging around in there. However much your boyfriend may be enjoying the moment, the anal action is over. It's not disrespectful under the circumstances you've described to say, "You're not clean, sweetie" or "There isn't room in there for me" or the simple and effective "Occupied!" Suggest a quick break, maybe a shower, and laugh/wipe it off.
Have you heard about "the Pirate?" This is when you're getting a blowjob from a girl and when you're about to come you ejaculate in her eye. Then you kick her in the shin. The result is the woman squinting her eye and hopping up and down on one foot, holding her leg and screaming, "ARRRGH!" How many people are into this?
The Pirate. A Hot Karl. Donkey Punching. The Dirty Sanchez. Icy Mikes.... Not a day goes by that I don't get at least one question about a sex act that exists only in the imaginations of adolescent boys. I assure you, JOW, that no one has ever attempted "the Pirate," just as no one has ever performed a Hot Karl, delivered a Donkey Punch or inserted an Icy Mike. They're all fictions.
To demonstrate how easily a disgusting, fictitious sex act can be invented and disseminated, I've made one up myself: "The Louisville Plugger." It's too disgusting to describe even here. If anyone out there would like to know what the Louisville Plugger involves, send an e-mail to email@example.com. I will e-mail you a description -- hell, I'll send you a diagram. Then we can all sit back and see how long it takes for the Louisville Plugger to start coming up in conversations in gay bars, frat houses and letters to sex-advice columnists.
I read your column about the scared-of-her-evil-scientist-fantasies girlfriend, and I felt compelled to add a non-sex-therapist woman's perspective. I agree that the sex therapist doesn't have anything helpful to say -- see a therapist, overanalyze your feelings, blah, blah, blah -- but it's possible that no amount of sex-fantasy role-play is going to help this man with his underlying problem. He's not happy with the amount of sex he's having. I think the sex-researcher-fantasy guilt is an excuse, plain and simple. I know because I've made similarly lame excuses. The mundane truth is that some women don't have high sex drives, at least compared to their horny boyfriends. If this relationship is the best he's ever had, he should compromise with his girlfriend and work on other ways of getting off.
Thank God for sex experts, since you clearly have no idea what you're talking about. Go for it? Are you an ass? UBOES' girlfriend said she didn't want to act on her fantasies, and she shouldn't be coerced simply because her boyfriend is feeling undersexed. Deal with issues you know something about, Mr. Savage, and leave the real stuff to the experts. Or would that leave your column empty?
Your advice to UBOES could not have been better. I appreciate you calling bullshit on the therapist, and your bonus experts reinforced an important point: There's always someone freakier than you out there, so accept your normalcy. I'm glad you're there to let people know that it's all going to be OK.
The classic schlock horror movie Re-Animator contains a scene that sounds like UBOES' girlfriend's fantasy: a severed yet "re-animated" head of an evil scientist forces a zombie father to strip his beautiful daughter so he, the evil head, can lick her naked body from the bedpan he's sitting in and -- yes -- even go down on her. Not only is it sick and horrifying, it's campy and hilarious. It might not make her feel less twisted, but it might help her relax.
Quickly: Good point, BTTTL: UBOES' girlfriend could be lying. But in most cases I have to assume that the facts, as presented in a letter, are accurate. Thanks, GC. Fuck off, HB. And finally, FILAL, I doubt watching a film in which the severed head of an evil scientist rapes a young woman with the help of the young woman's zombie father is going to make UBOES' girlfriend feel more relaxed. But thanks for sharing.