Advice

On being pathetic.

I am constantly on the knife’s edge about giving my boyfriend oral. Should I? Shouldn’t I? I’ve never done it before. It feels silly when the question rolls around in my head, but the subject makes me scared, nervous, and slightly dirty. Society has portrayed it as an act that has instant gratification for the male (or female), and something that is reserved for those who are free with themselves, or those deeply in love.

It might be good to mention that I am not a sexual being. Or very outgoing. I don’t know what to do with myself, and sex makes me feel awkward. Not to mention I’ve never had an orgasm, which in part makes me feel obligated not to do it until he gets me there.

I guess I am just scared that I will not be respected as much. I’ve told myself I’ll wait until we’re more invested in each other, emotionally, and attached.

(This might read like I’m 16, but I’m not. Full 20 years.)

Scared, nervous, and slightly dirty are acceptable if not mildly annoying rookie emotions when it comes to your first blowjob, but all the anxiety about whether he’ll respect you as much is utter bullshit.

Quite frankly, I don’t respect you for thinking like that. It’s pathetic and weak.

Suck cock. Don’t suck cock. It’s entirely up to you. Either way, don’t ever allow yourself to be slut shamed, and sure as fuck don’t shame yourself.

On a separate note, your boyfriend isn’t responsible for your orgasm. You are.

Get your own damn self there.

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Advice

On higher standards.

But don’t you think that political officials should be held to a higher standard? They know when they take their jobs that their moves, personal and political, will be in the spotlight. The same goes for athletes, actors, etc. It’s practically part of the job description.

Fuck no. Only idiots hold athletes, actors, and politicians to a higher standard. That kind of thinking is what creates paparazzi and congressional hearings on major league baseball.

Having high standards is one thing, but holding anyone to a higher standard than you would hold yourself is a fundamental exercise in hypocrisy.

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Advice

On weinergate.

Talk me through this Weiner thing, Coke Talk. Why? Why? Whyyyyyy? He was our Lancelot.

Really? Lancelot fucked Guinevere behind King Arthur’s back. All the congressman did was tweet a few pics of his schwanz.

Sure, it’s a total dumb fuck thing to have done, but as far as beltway scandals go, it barely moves the needle on the political shitbag-o-meter.

Anthony Weiner is still one of the good guys. He may be a total asshole, but so what? He’s out there fighting the good fight and pissing off all the right people.

I haven’t lost an ounce of respect for the man, nor should anyone else who’s ever sent a down and dirty cell phone pic.

Let’s not be hypocrites, people.

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Advice

On personal privacy.

Ok, I’m bisexual and I just can’t find the words to tell my mom. Almost everyone expects me to be gay, but they don’t quite know yet. I just feel uncomfortable not telling my family and I just simply can’t find the words to break it down and tell them. Should I fear about what they will say or do? If they don’t accept it should I feel disowned or bad with myself?

I’m sorry, but when did become your family’s business to know who all you’re fucking? You are not obligated to tell anyone about your sex life. It’s not about keeping secrets. It’s about personal fucking privacy. Do you expect your parents to give you dirty details about all the sex they’re having? Fuck no. Likewise, you should feel free to shut the fuck up about your sexuality.

It’s different if you’re in a loving relationship and you want to introduce that person to your folks, but until that day comes, chill the fuck out.

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Advice

On appropriateness.

When has it ever been appropriate to say “tits” to a woman and even more so when she’s a young woman seeking advice on such a sensitive subject?

It’s appropriate right after you take that stick out of your ass, my dear.

(I love all my new readers from The Daily. They’re adorable.)

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Advice

On poor judgment.

Sorry, Coquette! Although I agree with your advice, I believe you left an important point out: Everyone needs to take responsibility for their own actions.  What’s a senior in high school doing going out for dinner by herself with a staff member 15 years older than she anyway Poor judgment on her part.

Sorry, bitch! There’s no slut shaming allowed in my house. I’m all for personal responsibility, but how dare you infer that this poor girl should expect inappropriate behavior from male mentors?

Your kind of thinking is what leads to virginity tests by religious police.

The poor judgment is all yours.

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Advice

On skeezery.

Dear Coquette,

I am really in need of your help. I’m a senior in high school, and last night I went out to dinner with a man 15 years my senior who isn’t a teacher per se but advises some activities at my school. He’s a guy I’ve really enjoyed spending time with and he’s moving away in a month which is why I was excited to have a friendly dinner with him. Which is why I was even more shocked and uncomfortable when he started telling me how hard it was for him that I was 17 and that he connects with me better than he does with women his own age; that in a perfect world, we’d go on a road trip together and do comedy shows and “make love by a campfire.” He told me about how for the first time in his life he’s single and non-virginal and how that’s big for him. He didn’t try anything physical, but I am so beyond out of my mind uncomfortable and have no idea what to do, especially when I see him next. I’m planning on talking to his supervisor, but need some more broad ideas about how to deal with this on a personal level, i.e. the anxiety I feel when I see him, feeling slutty for whatever cleavage I’m showing, etc. Please help. Thank you.

Yikes. Sorry, kiddo. This dude is so gross. It sucks that you have to deal with this kind of skeezery in the last few weeks before you graduate high school.

First things first, don’t you dare for one second feel ashamed. You’ve done nothing wrong. I know it can be rough out there, but you’re not slutty just because you’ve got a pair of tits. This is a harsh lesson in the power of your nascent womanhood, but it doesn’t have to be a negative one. The silver lining here is that you can learn what it feels like to stand up for yourself in the face of inappropriate behavior.

Definitely talk to his supervisor, and if at all possible, refuse to be put in a position where you would have any further contact with this guy. It’s not that he’s necessarily unsafe. More than likely he’s just an emotionally stunted man-child with no clue how to relate to women. Still, what he did was wrong. A 30-something adult in a mentor role simply cannot be acting this way to a high school-aged student, and you don’t need to be dealing with his kind of creepiness. Let the supervisor and the school administration handle him.

On a personal level, don’t be surprised when your initial anxiety shifts into something more akin to anger. If you catch yourself getting a bit snippy with your friends and family, just take a deep breath and recognize what you’re really feeling. Don’t swallow your emotions. Allow yourself to feel them. That’s a big part of processing stuff like this. Eventually, that sick feeling you get in your stomach will mellow, and you’ll be left with little more than pity for this guy.

You’re gonna be fine. In fact, you’ll probably come out of this with a fresh chunk of emotional maturity you can take with you to college, and with any luck, this whole episode will lead to you developing a healthy aversion to dating actors.

Read my column every Wednesday and Sunday in The Daily. Thanks!

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Advice

On proving my point.

You keep saying that people shouldn’t refer to themselves as artists. One time you said that they should call themselves either painters, singers, actors or whatever. But what about people like me who are painters, sculptors, installation artists, photographers and designers all at once? I’d rather just call myself an artist rather than that entire list each and every time someone asks what I do.

Whatever, dude. If you were honest, you’d just call yourself a student.

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Fun-Sized Advice

On more fun sized advice

Dear Coquette,

What’s your advice for a starving artist?
Eat something and don’t refer to yourself as an artist.

 
I have been single for five years and I have no interest in others but my ex. What should I do?

Grow up.

 
Coach or first class?

Private jet.


Why is everyone having so much more fun than I am?

Don’t believe the hype.


What is the key to a happy life?

Happiness.


How do I fall in love with my wife again?

Make sure you haven’t lost respect for her, and then simply be open to it. 


Is it worth it to try to change anyone?

Is it insanity to believe that you can?


Do you think the Republicans have a chance in 2012?

If they ditch the religious right and start kissing middle-class ass, I suppose anything’s possible.


Is there anything wrong with being gay?

No, and anyone who tells you otherwise is either ignorant or evil.


How do I tell whether I’ve forgiven someone or just feel superior to them?

If there’s any confusion, you haven’t forgiven them.


I hate how narcissistic and self-centered I am. It’s always about me, me, me. What do you think I should do about this?

Jettison your ego.


Good way to break it off when he keeps calling after one awkward date?

I usually go with brutal honesty and repetition of the phrase “it’s not gonna happen.”


I’m 27, smart and beautiful, but also underpaid and single. How is that possible?

Shut up and bring me the drink menu.


Is it possible for a 47-year-old Caucasian straight male to find that special person to settle down and have kids, or is it too late?

Sure, especially if you’ve got some hair and a little money. There are plenty of slightly desperate 36-year-olds out there whose biological clocks are strapped to dynamite. Cut the blue wire.


Why are you so dumb?

Why are you still reading my column?

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Advice

On a bisexual virgin.

I’m bi, she’s bi.  Her and her boyfriend have an open relationship. I have a simultaneous crush on her, and on her boyfriend. Sounds perfect… Thing is, they’re some of my closest friends. And I’m a virgin. I should find someone else to crush on, right?

Maybe. Maybe not. It really depends on whether they both wanna fuck you. Just because they’re some of your closest friends doesn’t mean they wanna get it on. Maybe they do and you’re all emotionally mature enough to handle it. Maybe they don’t and shit gets awkward. Who knows?

Whatever you do, don’t fuck them separately. Either have a his-and-hers sampler platter threesome to kick off your sex life, or look somewhere else entirely to lose your virginity. Trust me on this. Open relationship or not, the fact that you’re all good friends and that your virginity is in the mix will throw your relationships off balance if you don’t do it all together.

This is a tricky maneuver for a first timer. If you fuck it up, you could very well lose two good friends instead of your virginity. Do it. Don’t do it. It’s entirely up to you. Just know the risks and proceed with caution.

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