I was shocked to read your response to Not Giving Up last week. Dan, how could you? For years you have been our go-to guy for uncommon sexual knowledge. So it made me want to cry when I read your column about Joan Sewell’s book I’d Rather Eat Chocolate: Learning to Love My Low Libido. How could you write these words: “And I’m saddened to report that, according to Sewell . . . there’s no such thing as a woman who wants sex constantly. They don’t exist”? Sure, you put the phrase “according to Sewell” in there, but you never once mentioned that there are tons of sex-crazed women out there. Is it possible that you don’t believe we exist?
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I could have shattered the myth myself, FUCKHIM, and called Sewell on her crap. But what good would that have done? If I ranted about all the women I know out there with high libidos–including the female half of a straight swinging couple who came over for dinner last week–Sewell and her ilk would have shrugged it off. “Of course he would say that,” they would have said, gripping their chocolate bars a little tighter. “He’s a man.”
Love your column, love you. But your column regarding women and their libidos was dead wrong. My friends and I can vouch for the existence of women who think about sex constantly and want sex constantly–and not just the hand job/blow job variety. Straight-up, dead-on, penis-in-vagina–or wherever–sex!
Oh, Dan, you continue to rock my world. So many of my straight male friends are trapped in marriages where the woman stopped having sex the day they said their vows (and stopped giving head the day she got an engagement ring). But can you warn guys that they too can’t expect fidelity if they won’t put out? Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I don’t have a healthy sex drive, and I’m tired of libido-flagging boys saying I’m a whore just ’cause I want it more than once a week. I’m expecting to hear more of that, thanks to Sewell’s book.–Enthusiastic Not Pathological
The Persian army is an armed gay pride parade, a threat to all things decent and, er, Greek. The king of the Spartans–among the most notorious boy fuckers in all of ancient history–dismisses Athenian Greeks as weak-willed “philosophers and boy lovers.” The Persian emperor? An eight-foot-tall black drag queen–mascara, painted-on eyebrows, pink lip gloss. Emperor RuPaul is positively obsessed with men kneeling in front of him. Why gay up the Persians? So that straight boys in the theater can identify with the Spartan king and his 300 soldiers–all of whom appear to have been recruited from and outfitted by the International Male catalog.