Back to Metroland's Home Page!
 Columns & Opinions
   The Simple Life
   Comment
   Reckonings
   Opinion
   Letters
   Poetry
 News & Features
   Newsfront
   F.Y.I.
   Features
   Profile
 Dining
   This Week's Review
   The Dining Guide
   Leftovers
 Cinema & Video
   Weekly Reviews
   Picture This
   Clips
   The Movie Schedule
 Music
   Listen Here
   Live
   Recordings
   Noteworthy
   Clubs & Concerts
 Arts
   Theater
   Dance
   Art
   Classical
   Books
   Art Murmur
 Calendar
   Night & Day
   Event Listings
 Classifieds
   View Classified Ads
   Place a Classified Ad
 Personals
   Online Personals
   Place A Print Ad
 AccuWeather
 About Metroland
   Where We Are
   Who We Are
   What We Do
   Work For Us
   Place An Ad

My boyfriend doesn’t like snowballing, which I’m fine with, however, he won’t even kiss me after oral sex even if I’ve already swallowed. I feel like he sees me as dirty or nasty when he refuses to kiss me after oral sex. He says he wouldn’t ask me to do something I don’t want to do so I shouldn’t ask him to kiss me after I get him off with my mouth. I told him that I’m not going to give him oral sex if he won’t kiss me after it’s over. He says that’s fine. I am so annoyed by this. Am I being unreasonable?

—San Francisco Fan

First things first: Some of my very young, very old, or very sheltered readers (hello there, mom) are no doubt asking themselves, “What is this snowballing shit?” Well, simply kissing someone who’s just finished giving you head isn’t snowballing. That’s just gratitude, appropriately expressed. When a couple snowballs, the person giving (PG) head doesn’t swallow after the person receiving (PR) head comes. Instead, the PG retains the semen in his or her mouth and then kisses PR. As they kiss, the PG passes the wad of semen into the PR’s mouth. Yes, I know: Yuck. But it’s not over. The PR, his mouth filled with his own come, passes his come back into the PG’s mouth, who passes it back into the PR’s mouth, who passes it back into the PG’s mouth—and back and forth the wad of semen goes, mixing with more and more saliva, the wad getting bigger and bigger with each pass—snowballing, get it?—until either the PG or the PR decides to swallow or spit or one of the other or both of them drowns. Yes, mother: Yuck.

Back to you, SFF: Your boyfriend’s reluctance to snowball is completely understandable for reasons of, well, yuck. As for his reluctance to kiss you after he comes in your mouth, well, that’s a common, low-grade straight-boy phobia. He fears that a single taste of his own semen will either turn him gay or cause you to doubt his professed heterosexuality. And, of course, he could be one of those non-homophobic straight guys with no fear of induced or perceived homosexuality who simply doesn’t like the taste of his own come on your tongue or the smell of his own crotchstank on your face.

What to do? Don’t blow this out of proportion. Har. Har. Har. Eliminating oral sex from your routine seems an extreme reaction to a relatively common and easily-accommodated sexual hangup/matter of personal taste. You might try asking him if a quick swig of water or juice—enough to wash away his doomed DNA and its bitter aftertaste—would set his mind at ease. If it does, keep a bottle of something next to the bed. With any luck he’ll feel silly watching you gargle, and learn to love kissing your come-flavored piehole—I mean, learn to love showing his gratitude.

My wife and I are pretty adventurous and impulsive, which sometimes leads to having sex in public. We are careful to make sure there are only adults around when we have some fun. But, man, there are some uptight adults in Orange County! We were going at it outside a bar in Laguna Beach when a couple in their 40s walked by. The look of horror on the woman’s face was unbelievable as she watched my wife swallowing my sword. The guy was a bit better but not by much. What do you think, can most adults in OC turn coal into diamonds when inserted in their asses or what?

—Horny Open Twosome

People don’t come much more sexually adventurous than me, HOT. I’ll bet you anything you like that I could beat your ass at a game of “Can You Top This?” But you know what? I wouldn’t want to watch your wife swallow your sword any more than that poor woman outside that bar.

Like a lot of sexually adventurous exhibitionists, HOT, you flatter yourself. You’re hip and open and free, and everyone in Orange County is square and repressed. Bullshit. That someone doesn’t want to watch your wife choke on your cock is not evidence that she’s sexually repressed, just as your willingness to involve other people in your sexual games is not proof that you’re sexually adventurous. It’s only proof that you’re an asshole. Public sex is all well and good, and the risk of getting caught can be a thrill. But going at it someplace where you’re sure to be seen is rude and presumptuous. Maybe that couple outside the bar were in the middle of a fight. Maybe they were coming from a friend’s funeral. Or, hey, maybe you and the wife aren’t all that much to look at.

To sum up: Just because you get off on being seen doesn’t mean everyone else on earth is obligated to get off on seeing you. If you really want people to watch your wife suck your dick, make some amateur porn and let ’em rent the video.

OK Dan, here’s one for you: I don’t know what to do. I’ve got a crush on the Tim Hortons guy! Ok, so I’m a down-to-earth, normal fag like all the rest. I’ve had my fun, tried some stuff: I’ve been pissed on, been in orgies, worn leather, you know, all the regular stuff. But what do I do now? He works at Tim Hortons!

—Montreal Queer

First, for my readers in the United States, Europe, Asia and on our ships at sea: Tim Hortons is an iconic chain of doughnut and coffee places in Canada. Picture a Starbucks/Krispy Kreme hybrid. Now, MQ, why don’t you just ask the Tim Hortons guy out on a date? Or is an old, tired, been-there/fucked-that slut like you too good for a guy who works in a coffee shop? And while we’re on the subject of hitting on coffee-shop workers. . . .

What were you thinking when you advised a 40-year-old guy to tell a 20-year-old barista about his sexual feelings for her? I was thinking about writing you to complain when a barista who works in the coffeehouse I run informed me that a man told her he had written the letter about her! Gross! Who wants to serve someone while possessing the knowledge that he “spends way too much time thinking about exploding his rocket all over her”?!

Let me clarify things for people with crushes on baristas: People get crushes on customer-service workers all the time. Think what a hellish existence they would have if everyone with a crush felt compelled to let them know about it. I don’t care if there’s a war on—keep it to yourself. If you are one of the people considering making this bold move, please do everyone a favor and don’t. Print my letter, Dan, because I have a hunch that hundreds of men around the country have told hundreds of baristas that they wrote that letter in Savage Love. Sign me . . .

—Start Telling Annoying Retards Baristas Unlikely Conquests, Knowing Savage

Thanks for sharing, STARBUCKS.

Next Week: Tons of advice for FAG, the 15-year-old sex-slave wannabe with the 38-year-old wannabe master.

mail@savagelove.net


E-Mail Dan Savage
Send A Letter to Our Editor
Back Home
   
Banner #22
Banner 10000948
Banner 10000006
Banner 10000007
wine recommendations 120 x 90
 
 
 
Copyright © 2002 Lou Communications, Inc., 4 Central Ave., Albany, NY 12210. All rights reserved.