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by Dan Savage

So I’ve been in a relationship with the same guy since I
was about 16. It’s been a little more than four years now, but I came out to him a year
ago about the fact that I’m bisexual, which he has no problem with. So since then I’ve
had wild fantasies about a threesome with a really hot girl. But it’s a lot harder to
arrange that than it seems. Do you have any suggestions about how we can find a third?
We’ve already tried Craigslist with no luck. Where the Girls At?
-You think your luck with Craiglist is bad, WTGA?
Jeff Gradney,
a TV news reporter in Las Vegas, lost his job after some anonymous douchebag alerted the
management at KTNV-TV Channel 13 Action News to the fact that Gradney
and his girlfriend placed an ad on Craigslist seeking a third. Sexphobia? Definitely.
Homophobia? Perhaps: Gradney and his girlfriend were looking for another dude. And for
this infraction—which had nothing to do with his job performance—Gradney was fired. So
much for “Action News,” huh? (People who’ve had three-ways—or not—are invited to come to
Gradney’s defense. Send an outraged email to KTNV-TV’s vice president and general
manager Jim Prather at jprather@ktnv.com.)
Gradney’s dismissal came a week
after a pair of nationally ranked college wrestlers—including a 2007 national
champion—were booted from the University of Nebraska wrestling team after it emerged
that both had jerked off for an Internet porn site. (Solo jerk-off scenes, nothing gay
about ’em, although the website is aimed at gay men.)
Sexphobes will say
that Gradney and those college wrestlers got what was coming to ’em. People shouldn’t
let it all hang out on the interwebs—or spurt out, in the case of the wrestlers—unless
they’re prepared to lose their jobs, their spots on the team, their shot at being an
American Idol, etc.
But with so many people documenting their lives online,
and with so many people using the Internet as a tool to seek sexual fulfillment, and in
our thoroughly exhibitionist culture, one might think people could picture themselves in
Gradney’s shoes, or those wrestlers’ singlets, and cut ’em a little fucking slack.
If I may tweak a phrase: What happens online really ought to stay online.
Your Internet personals shouldn’t be something that can be used against you by bluenoses
at work; if you like to show off and you want to wank for the web, that shouldn’t matter
to the douchebags who run the NCAA. (Hello, NCAA? Want to generate interest in the
sport? Encourage more college wrestlers to make JO videos.)
Here’s hoping
that we soon reach a web-exposure tipping point, a time when everyone has something out
there online that’s sexually explicit or deeply embarrassing or both. When that blessed
day arrives, we’ll think twice about firing someone or cutting someone from the team for
the crime of letting it all hang out online because, hey, we’ve got it all hanging out
online too.
As for how to find a third, WTGA: Most people looking for
thirds want someone who’s totally trustworthy and honest, someone who comes guaranteed
to be disease-free, but they also want that someone to be a complete stranger whom
they’ll never see again after the three-way is over.
Those someones don’t
exist, WTGA. If you really want to have a three-way, you either go with the
likely-to-be-skeezy stranger you met online and risk dismemberment, or you approach a
trusted, attractive friend and risk rejection.
I’m a 30-year-old woman in a
relationship with my childhood sweetheart. My boyfriend and I got together when we were
15. It was—and remains—an intense and extraordinary intellectual compatibility. He’s the
funniest and smartest person I’ve ever met. Sure, we have had our ups and downs, but
there’s a lot of good stuff there. Okay, cutting to the chase: I have never
slept with another man and I don’t want to. But I no longer want to have sex with my
boyfriend and have been having sex with women behind his back. I have long been
attracted to women and suspect I would’ve been in a relationship with one by now if my
life took a different path. I love my boyfriend, his family, our friends, our life. But
nothing makes me feel more “me” than lying next to a woman after we have gotten each
other off for hours on end. Do I come out, wreck my life and his, all
because of one small part of who I am? Or do I stop being an unfaithful bitch and make
things work with the man I love?
-Why Do I Have to Dig Chicks?
First off, WDIHTDC, no one has to dig chicks. It’s an
elective, not a course requirement. (Except at Brown, of course.)
Now,
seeing as you and your boyfriend are young enough to get out there and find new partners
relatively easily, and seeing as this man who you profess to love has a right 1) not to
be lied to for the rest of his life and 2) not to be cheated on for the rest of his life
and 3) to be with a woman who actually wants to have sex with him, there’s only one
possible course of action here. Thank your boyfriend for his years of faithful
service—honor his service—and then cut his ass loose.
If you play your
cards right, WDIHTDC, you may be able to keep your ex, his family and your mutual
friends in your life. But if you continue to lie and cheat and munch carpet on the
down-low, and you get caught and outed, it’s unlikely that your ex, his family and your
mutual friends will want to see your lying, cheating, carpet-munchin’ face ever again.
I just read the advice you gave to the kid married for six months. His wife
bought a strap-on after he brought up anal. You threw a line in there about the
University of Pittsburgh and Bend Over Boyfriend, an
instructional video about pegging. Are you implying that Pitt girls are into this? I
live 10 minutes from the main campus and would love to find a dominant pegger. Just
don’t know how I’d even begin the conversation. -Submissive U-Peggee
Did I say that U-Pitt shows Bend Over Boyfriend as a part
of freshman orientation? I may have misspoken. Or mistypen. It’s just that I recently
gave a speech at U-Pitt, and the students there asked so many questions about pegging
during the Q&A that I just assumed that Bend Over Boyfriend is
shown to incoming classes at that fine institution of higher learning. (And I’m not
saying that it shouldn’t be shown, only that it isn’t. It most definitely should.
Indeed, Bend Over Boyfriend should be shown continuously in every frat
house in North America from late August through early June.)
But I would
beg you, SUP, not to stalk U-Pitt’s campus in search of a dominant pegger. If you’re
having trouble finding a pegger through normal channels (surfing the web, asking women
you’re dating, hanging out at Wendy’s), SUP, then you’ll just have to rent one.
Oh, and speaking of speaking at colleges: If you want me to come to your
campus and give a talk—we call it “Savage Love Live”—email the folks who handle my
speaking gigs at savagelove@kepplerspeakers.com.
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