Advice

On cougar sugar

so my bf was with a “cougar” before me. he’s 21. she’s in her mid/late 30s. when i got with him after her, he told me there was never a real connection between the two of them and that i had nothing to worry about. she works across the street from him. well, when they were seeing each other, she had cell phones turned on in her name. he had an old crappy one before and she bought him a used one and got it in service for him without his knowledge. when she gave it to him, he asked if he was supposed to pay his half of the bill and she said no. well, she just got service through a different provider and got him a brand new phone. it bothers me. he knows it. should i care or just get over it?

Yeah, she’s still fucking him.

Maybe not this month, maybe not even actual intercourse, but I guarantee she’s had contact with his penis during business hours that you don’t know about.

Sure, there was never a “real connection” between them, but that probably makes it easier to justify a little meaningless sex.

She’s paying phone bills, for fuck’s sake. That’s no average cougar. That’s the work of a sugar mama keeping her boy on a digital leash.

I’m not saying that your boyfriend is full-on cheating. Hell, she may just be keeping him warm until you’re done.

Don’t kid yourself, though. That shit ain’t charity, and she’ll be the first to know when you stop calling him.

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Advice

On lashing out.

I was starting to get involved with this guy a couple weeks back. I felt there was something weird going on, so I asked him about it, he said everything was cool, still I feel the need to mention to him that he shouldn’t fuck with me. He adds me on facebook, it says he’s engaged, his explanation is that he has no computer to fix any of the outdated info, but he’s single. Later I tag a photo of him and I’m immediately deleted. I contact his fiance and tell her all about everything. (I think it’s only fair, since hes lying to both of us and I told him not to fuck with me) My question is, I’m not sure how I should feel about this. Should I feel accomplished? proud? Or just plain miserable?

Accomplished? Proud? Fuck you. You should feel ashamed. You dropped a grenade into some poor girl’s engagement out of anger and spite. Sure, the relationship may have been flawed, but what business is that of yours?

Don’t pretend for one second that you were acting out of some altruistic sense of sisterhood. You weren’t trying to protect her from a cheating fiance. You were just lashing out at the guy for lying. That shit was vengeance, pure and simple.

He deserved it, but she didn’t. You used her as emotional cannon fodder, and that’s not cool. Revenge should never have collateral damage.

Next time, just walk away.

Also, stop announcing to people that they shouldn’t fuck with you. It’s a childish threat that accomplishes nothing. At best, it’s a sign of weakness. At worst, it’s a sign that you’re batshit insane.

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Fun-Sized Advice

On more fun sized advice

How do you feel about Lady Gaga?
I’d fuck her.

What are your thoughts on Courtney Love?
I wouldn’t fuck her.

Why is Justin Bieber alive?
Because you haven’t killed him yet.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done during sex?
My nails.

How do you differentiate between healthy confidence and narcissism?
Empathy.

I’m bored with sex. Any suggestions?
Fuck more interesting people.

Why do men leave when things get tough?
Things? No, no. They leave when you get tough.

If you get a blowjob, are you still a virgin?
If you have to ask, you’re still a virgin.

What do you hate more than anything?
Willful ignorance.

Have you ever been threatened with death?
Yes. Didn’t happen, though.

if you die, I wish you go to heaven.
Wish all you want, it ain’t gonna happen.

Were you raised in a religious environment?
You mean America? Yeah.

Do you believe in karma?
I believe in causality as it relates to physics, not metaphysics.

When is it time to give up?
About ten minutes after you’re dead.

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Advice

On nothing, really.

Is it safe to put a lollipop in my vagina?

It’s three thirty in the god damned morning after a Friday night, so yes, depending on the diameter of the lollipop, feel free to continue your schoolgirl role-play confident in the knowledge that your vagina will not get cavities if you feed it candy.*

You better be fucked up. There is no other excuse for this question.


* If you get a yeast infection, you deserve it.

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Advice

On bearing arms.

Do you think America’s obsession with guns is more of a mental health issue (ie little dick syndrome or some other syndrome you deem fitting), than a question of freedom? Or is it just about the money?

(apologies, but this retarded article – http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,595602,00.html – in the ‘mental health’ section of Fox News, has caused me to want to flee this country of gun toting fuckwits)

I own a gun, bitch. A ladylike 9mm semi-automatic. It was a gift from a perfectly sane guy whose dick was well above average.

It’s not some scary device I keep locked away in the closet. I know how to shoot. I can put a quick burst of three in a tight grouping at center mass from ten yards and look hot as hell while doing it.

Have you ever fired a gun? I highly recommend you try it, especially if you’re gonna talk shit about the subject. Take a gun safety training course. Get some hands-on experience to back up those dainty little political opinions.

Don’t worry. It won’t turn you into a republican. It will, however, give you some perspective. It will help you understand that this country’s problem isn’t the gun toting. It’s the fuckwits.

Your rage is misdirected. Aim that shit at stupidity, not firearms. Get pissed at Fox News and all other purveyors of institutionalized ignorance. Don’t blame our fundamental freedoms. Blame the idiots who warp, abuse, and shit on them.

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Best-Of Advice

On copyright law

You post a lot of music on your personal tumblr. As a popular account, how do you deal with the copyright issue? Or do you just get permission from artists since it’s free promotion?

It’s all perfectly legal, because I track down each artist and give them head before posting their music to my personal blog.

It’s a little known codicil of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act that if you provide sexual favors to an underlying rightsholder, you are legally entitled to reproduce their work on the internet.

It’s an often misunderstood but very useful extension of the fair use doctrine known as the DMCA OVA standard, which stands for Oral, Vaginal, or Anal. The British work under a slightly different version known as the HOVA standard, but remember kids, here in America hand-jobs don’t count.

Once you meet the OVA standard with a given artist, you can do anything you want with that artist’s music short of re-releasing your own greatest hits album.

Oh, and you’ll be happy to know that the OVA standard is retroactive. For instance, If the RIAA files a DMCA lawsuit against you for downloading music illegally, you can make a settlement offer that literally includes you taking it up the ass.

They don’t like to mention it in the news, but that’s what most RIAA lawsuits are actually about. Hell, Metallica doesn’t really care about people pirating their music, it’s just that Lars Ulrich wanted to insure a steady stream of college girls would legally owe him blowjobs well into the next decade.

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Advice

On an unwanted pregnancy.

I’ll keep this short.

I’m getting married to a man I love. Today I tested positive on a pregnancy test.

Yesterday at our rehearsal, he publicly told a large group of friends and family of how unstable this stage of his life was and he wants to wait 8+ years to start a family.

Please give me your shadiest raging bitchy advice. Like you, I don’t have religion tying me back from the finer, more sinful things in life so give me your best advice and don’t hold back. Not like you ever do.

It’s pretty clear by your tone that you don’t want this pregnancy, and neither you nor your fiance are ready to have children at this point in time.

Then again, you’re not asking whether to terminate the pregnancy. That’s already a foregone conclusion in the back of your mind even though you probably haven’t said it out loud yet.

You’re not asking an abortion question. You’re asking a relationship question. What you really want to know is how to handle the situation with your soon-to-be husband.

Yes, you have to tell him. You can’t get an abortion behind his back and then start your marriage with this massive ugly secret. I promise, that shit will manifest itself and eat your relationship alive.

Now, if the rehearsal was yesterday, that means the wedding is this weekend. Feel free to indulge in seventy-two hours of denial. Seriously, pretend it’s a false positive and put that shit out of your head. Have a wonderful wedding.

However, first thing Monday morning, put the call in to Planned Parenthood. Tell them you need an abortion and schedule an initial appointment.

Once you’ve done that, sit down with your fiance and tell him.

Let him know that you’ve taken control of the situation by making an appointment, but now it’s time to make a decision together.

At that point, shit’s entirely up to the two of you. It’ll be brutal. Even if the choice is clear, it’s never easy. If you do decide to terminate the pregnancy, don’t tell anyone else. No friends. No family. This is husband and wife shit. It’s between you, a doctor, and nobody else.

Good luck.

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Advice

On my varied interests.

you know, the only stuff you really talk about is sex, racist and feminist america.

No, no. The only stuff you read about is sex, racism, and feminism. Don’t blame your narrow focus on me.

It’s not my fault you’re not interested in drugs, love, and the meaning of life with a little pop culture and anti-authoritarian shit talk thrown in for good measure.

Expand your horizons.

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Fun-Sized Advice

On fun sized advice

Do you make any money from blogging?
Not a fucking nickel.

What is the difference between “fucking” and “making love?”
Hallmark.

How do you deal with pretentious assholes?
Relentless mind fucking followed by total disregard.

What do you think of Dr. Phil?
I don’t think of him. Ever.

I can’t stop fucking procrastinating.
Try putting it off for a few days.

Is riding my bike bad for my vagina?
Please never have children.

I hate everyone. What do I do?
Kill yourself.

What if I don’t get over her?
Kill yourself.

Women are less than men, deal with it.
You have a tiny penis. Kill yourself.

I’m religious but I love masturbating. How do I reconcile the two?
There is no man in the sky watching you be naughty.

Why don’t you believe in god?
Why don’t you believe in Santa Claus?

Do you believe in extraterrestrials?
In a Discovery Channel sort of way.

hi. just wondering, are you racist?
No, but I’m not politically correct either.

What the fuck is wrong with being politically correct?
It protects the worst among us, the easily offended.

Are you happy?
I’m on the pursuit.

Do you think sex should have meaning?
Sweetie, life doesn’t even have meaning. Enjoy yourself.

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Advice

On the thought of it.

I am a hetero-flexible gal in a serious long term relationship with a guy who I love with all of my goddamn heart.  We have tons of fun together and the sex is amazing.  I am incredibly happy.

But, and there is always a but:

I would really really like to have a threesome or get some action with another female.  I’m not interested in dating/loving/pursuing a woman but I just love fooling around with them every now and again.  However, the mere thought of seeing my boyfriend with another woman makes my hair stand on end.  And, at the same time, my boyfriend doesn’t want me to hook up with a lady without him (Watching us isn’t an option.  That’s just not fair.)

Is there a way for me to get past my jealousy?  My boyfriend would be open to a threesome if I could get past my discomfort.  For the record, I know I’m being incredibly greedy… But honestly, I’m in my 20’s.  I’m only going to be this hot for so long and I don’t want to pass up an experience like this if I can avoid it.

There is a fun and simple way to get past your jealousy.

First, find yourself a sexy girl who’s down for a threesome and get both her and your boyfriend naked in bed. Go down on her for a little while. Go down on your boyfriend for a little while. Feel free to jump back and forth between all the sweet and salty deliciousness.

Next, wrap your hand around the base of your boyfriend’s cock, and with your other hand gently spread open the girl’s wet little pussy. Be the one to guide your man inside her for the first time.

Kiss them both. Now sit back, watch the two of them fuck, and touch yourself.

There. That was easy, wasn’t it? No more jealousy.

Almost instantly you’ll notice that it’s no big deal. You’ll realize how your intimacy as boyfriend and girlfriend doesn’t change at all, even with a third person in the room. In fact, as you make eye contact with your boyfriend, in weird way you’ll feel closer to him than you’ve ever felt before.

For a half second, you’ll wonder why you ever felt jealous in the first place, but then you’ll get out of your head and back into the moment, and you’ll start getting incredibly turned on by watching them fuck.

It won’t take long before you have to dive in and start licking and sucking anything you can get your tongue on, because it’s a lot more fun to actually see your man fuck another woman than it is to get paralyzed by the thought of it.

Trust me on this. You’re just stuck in your head.

Quit thinking about it and just do it.

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