Q I’m a mostly gay male with a boyfriend who is also mostly gay. We’re into BDSM—we’re both tops and sometimes play with other sub men. I say we’re “mostly” gay because we do like to fuck/top submissive women once in a while. We haven’t done this a lot, and never together because we don’t have the same taste in women—until recently. One of our new neighbors, a straight female, is very shy, but she’s opened up to us about her interest in BDSM. We took her to a play party, and she was OK watching others play, but any time anyone expressed an interest in her, she clammed up and withdrew. She stayed at our side the entire time.
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A She meets two guys who live together, have presumably noisy BDSM sex with each other and other men, and identify themselves as gay. I’m sure you can appreciate why, under the circumstances, your neighbor might assume you two were gay, right? And that assumption convinced her it was safe to open up to you guys about her sexual interests—interests that are clearly scaring the shit out of her for the moment—because she further assumed, entirely reasonably, that you guys didn’t wanna stick your dicks in her.
Q I read with interest the letter from the guy who hacked his ex-girlfriend’s e-mail and discovered that she’d been cheating on him. I’m in a similar situation, if one a little more messed up. I’m a single, thirtysomething female who’s been having a long-term affair with a married man. We have one rule: we tell each other if and when we fool around with other people. About a year ago, I discovered another affair he was involved in while he was out of the country, which he’d failed to disclose to me. I discovered it because he left his e-mail unattended. He was not apologetic, and I ended up being the one who begged for forgiveness for invading his privacy. He did, however, promise to end his relationship with the woman overseas. I recently discovered that he has struck up a fresh correspondence with this same woman. I gained this knowledge by invading his privacy again—this time by outright hacking his e-mail—but he also betrayed me, and he needs to be held accountable.
A Before I touch on your sack, TOS, I’d like to briefly—very briefly—touch on George Rekers’s.
