a straight guy, and my first girl was very experienced—she
was proud to say she’d been with at least 30 guys before me.
When all was said and done, she said that I was the most well-endowed
of any man she’d seen before.
In all my subsequent experiences, the women I’ve been with
have noted that I am a well-equipped dude, though none of
them expected it. A couple of times, this fact has come up
in conversation (that first lady made a point of passing this
news on to friends), and most people’s reaction is to say
that I’m just so unassuming that they wouldn’t expect that
from me. It’s true; I’m rather shy. When it comes to women,
I am the complete opposite of cocky.
So here’s my question: Should I be advertising my “gift”?
Am I supposed to be sharing my size with the world with the
hopes that it pays off? Can it help me with the opposite sex
to be sharing this fact early, or am I better off just letting
the surprise kick in once it’s time to get naked?
better to be a nice, unassuming guy with a surprise in his
briefs than it is to be another douchebag always going on
about his cock, HH. And it doesn’t sound like you really need
to talk up your cock: At least one of the women you’ve slept
with is doing that for you. Good word of mouth is the best
advertising, HH, so chill.
I just got off the phone after another long- distance fight—I
mean discussion—with my mother regarding her godson, my cousin
“A.” I am sure (and my brother and father agree) that
A is gay, like his dad (long story). He talks incessantly
about finding “a nice christian girl and settling down” (although
he doesn’t even date). It makes me want to vomit. Unfortunately,
A has absorbed his mother’s reactionary religious dogma. I
say he should get some therapy and try to have a happy and
fulfilled life as the person he really is. My mother says
he is “asexual.” I say he was scarred by his childhood (his
father left his mother for a man and later died of AIDS).
This argument has been going on for a decade.
I’m not close enough to anyone in my extended family
to feel comfortable bringing this up with my cousin directly
or with any of his immediate relatives, but I feel miserable
watching from afar and seeing A waste his potential for happiness.
What I want (and the source of the basic argument) is for
my mother to talk to him—she and A are very close—but she
is convinced that he is “just not interested” in sex.
Can you think of any loving way to resolve this?
There Could Be An Intervention
an intervention? Stage one yourself. Intervene already and
stop trying to make your mother do it. If you’re not close
to your cousin or your extended family, WTCBAI, then you have
nothing to lose. Confront your cousin, make a scene,
save a life.
I am a 21-year-old bisexual female. I’ve never really
been close with my mum, and since I moved away from home three
years ago it’s gotten worse. I know that she loves me because
I’m her daughter, but I don’t think she likes the young adult
I’m growing into. Yet she insists I visit her and stay at
her house for weeks when I have time off from college so she
can talk me out of liking anything she hates. When I’m with
my friends, I’m quite witty and outgoing, particularly about
sex. But when I stay with her, my personality becomes crippled
and stunted by her authority. I seem to just end up not saying
anything at all for fear of offending her. Last year I stupidly
told her that I like watching porn, now it’s something that
she’s always bringing up. For example, I got into a conversation
with her about a recent breakup and asked her if all men were
like my cheating ex. She told me that she thought his cheating
was my fault—because I watch porn, she said, I must have been
sending out subliminal messages that I approve of women being
She raised me to be a feminist, but I can’t bring myself to
ask her if she would kick up this much of a fuss if I were
a 21-year-old man who watched porn. I don’t know what to do
to make her happy, short of having some sort of aversion therapy.
I feel really conflicted: Away from my mother, I feel like
a confident, empowered young woman in my social life and my
sex life; when I’m with her, I feel like this mute, angry,
introverted little victim.
I know exactly what I’d do if this were a relationship, but
how should I resolve a difficult mother/daughter relationship?
I Dump My Mother?
hanging out with your mother makes you miserable, CIDMM, don’t
hang out with your fucking mother. You’re a 21-year-old adult—not
a young adult, not someone “growing into” adulthood,
but an adult already—and you’re in no way obligated to spend
all of your free time under your mother’s roof. Head off with
your friends over college breaks, travel, watch porn. (Or
better yet: Make some porn—see thestranger.com/hump for details!)
Head home for the holidays if you must. And since your mother
is inclined to use the details of your personal life that
you share with her against you, don’t tell her anything about
your personal life. Visit with your mother when you’re home,
don’t let her depose you.
Could you tell me what the fuck is the deal with those
“Jonas” Brothers? I mean, really: They look like three shrimps!
don’t know what the deal is with the Jonas Brothers either,
WTA, but I’m not an 11-year-old girl, so I don’t think I’m
supposed to see the appeal of the Jonas Brothers.
I don’t think it’s legal for me to see their appeal.
And this probably wouldn’t be legal, but they would sell a
lot of DVDs: I think the Jonas Brothers should lose their
hyped-and-pimped virginities to the Hanson Brothers. It’s
not just the perverse symmetry of it all that appeals—two
boy-bands-of-brothers coming together—but that the Jonas Brothers
are now what the Hanson Brothers were then, and the Hanson
Brothers are now what the Jonas Brothers are destined to become.
They were made—manufactured—for each other. They belong together.
A Hanson/Jonas six-way would bring the country together.
Help me figure this one out: Why are men such douche-drizzling
I Ate Pussy Instead
only reason you think men are assholes—douche-drizzlers at
that—is because you fuck men, WIAPI, and so it’s men who have
hurt your feelings and fucked you over. If you ate pussy,
you’d be fucking women and women would be stomping on your
heart and you’d quickly come to hate women. And if you were
a straight man, you’d be complaining about women; and if you
were a fag, you’d be complaining about men; and if you were
bisexual, you’d be complaining about everyone and everything.
So try to have some perspective and cut men some slack and
hang in there, okay? They drizzle douche, for sure. But so
do you—so do we all.
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