Best-Of Advice

On spanking it to porn

I used to masturbate to porn pretty regularly, but I’ve recently been making an effort to stop because of the extreme feelings my long-distance girlfriend harbors about my looking at other women.  I’m having some trouble totally kicking the habit, though, and it sucks that a few minutes of horniness and no girlfriend nearby can lead to an hour or two of having to listen to her get upset—and pretty angry, depending on her mood.  (I usually figure that if I can’t keep from looking at porn, I at least owe her the honesty of telling her that I did.)

What do you think?  Do I just need to do a little more thinking with the upstairs head, or do you think she’s not giving me enough credit for genuinely trying here?   Do you have any miracle solution that’ll make this easier?  I need some coke-fueled wisdom, here.

This is a joke, right? You’re not really so emasculated that you confess to your nagging long distance girlfriend every time you jerk off to a little porn. Tell me this is a joke.

Come on, man. You don’t deserve credit for genuinely trying. You deserve a smack in the head for putting up with her shit in the first place.

You want a miracle solution? Here’s an idea. Don’t sign up for a long distance relationship with a ball busting cunt who’s so insanely hypervigilant that she refuses you the privilege of a pornography assisted spank session.

Too late for that, you say? Well then, maybe you should grow a pair of fucking balls. Tell the bitch that you’ll jerk off to whatever you damn well please, and if she doesn’t like it, she can fuck off. If it offends her delicate sensibilities so much that it ends the relationship, consider yourself lucky.

I don’t care what Dr. Phil says, masturbating to pornography doesn’t qualify as infidelity. In this context, porn is just another tool to get the job done. It would be like you getting all pissed off at her for using a vibrator. It’s not cheating. Don’t let her tell you otherwise.

Of course, that’s when she’ll pull the gender card and fall back on the argument that pornography is degrading to women. She’ll cross her arms and say, “I simply won’t stand for it.”

When she says this, what she really means is, “I am a hypocrite who is terrified of raw sexuality, and I prefer my degradation in easy-to-swallow form such as women’s magazines and Lifetime miniseries, so instead owning up to my petty jealousies, I’m gonna cram this unreasonable ultimatum down your throat.”

It’s all bullshit. The simple fact of the matter is that she’s threatened by other women to such an insane degree that she’s punishing you for thought crimes. I’d say it’s Orwellian, but even he had the good sense to include porn in 1984.

Seriously, you don’t have to stand for this.

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On self-reflexivity

Do you ever get questions that are a little less shallow? Before I explain what I mean I just want to say that I’m not a hater. In fact, this is probably my favorite blog to read.

But sometimes it gets a little repetitive. Dumb people in relationships and dumb people who don’t know how to have sex. That’s about it, over and over again.

I mean, if that’s all you ever get then cool. I’m not saying I don’t read and enjoy them. I just wonder if you ever get more interesting questions, and if so, why aren’t you answering those too?

 

Sorry to let you down there, Gore Vidal, but this is an advice column on the internet written by a coked up party girl in Hollywood. Not too many semiotics professors are writing in with questions about post-structuralist theories of language.

I get what you’re saying, though. You recognize my potential, but you think I’m frittering away my talents in the company of morons. (You and my mother should have coffee sometime.)

Don’t worry, you’re not hurting my feelings with words like shallow and repetitive. You could add frivolous and trivial to the list and I wouldn’t disagree. Hell, I know better than to take myself seriously. What I do here may be unfiltered, but it’s still cooked up from the same basic ingredients as the rest of pop culture.

I work with what people give me. This is a cut-and-paste operation, and I don’t make any of this shit up. I gotta be honest with my process, and as much as we’d both like it, I don’t think the grade-level of these questions is ever going up.

In the immortal words of the philosopher Popeye, “I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.”

Thanks for reading.

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On happily ever after.

my boyfriend and i have been dating for just over four years now and i love him more than anything in the world. The problem is my parents. See he was my first boyfriend and i was his first giflfriend and they are worried that i am just settling and want me to see other people. i get this.. i really do… they are worried i will be trapped in something i dont want but i dont feel stuck, im happy, and yet i keep second guessing our relationship because my parents are making me paranoid. what do you think i should do?

You don’t really wanna know what I think you should do. You just want me to confirm your life choices, and I’m not going to do that.

Own your shit, kiddo. You’re starting to make adult decisions now, and you’re accountable for the consequences.

Speaking of adult decisions, how old were you when you started dating this guy? Fourteen? Fifteen? Do you really want the child you were at that age making one of your most important life choices?

You’re happy. Good. Fine. Whatever. Maybe you’re one of those blissful idiots who’ll stay that way forever having known only one romance with your high school sweetheart. If that’s the ride you want to sign up for, go with god.

Fair warning though, life has a way of fucking with your fairy tale, and if your one-and-only happy bubble ever bursts you’ll be left pink and exposed in the motherfucking jungle. That’s what your parents are worried about.

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On your tan and your respect.

im gay and ive been dating my boyfriend for ten months now. we broke up like a week ago. why? because i went tanning!!! who in their right mind does that? weve always had a disfunctional relationship, but i really did love him. even pasyt the physical fights and petty little arguements. the sad part about all of this, is tht he cheated on me and i forgave him, but he breaks up with me because of a few U.V. rays? I cant figure it out, so can you tell me why im still in love with this asshole?

Your tan isn’t the reason he broke up with you. Quite frankly, tanning is just a symptom of the larger problem that caused him to break up with you.

He broke up with you because you’re a queeny little bitch.

Yes, you are.

You know how I know? Because of that sound you just made. Also because you forgave him for cheating on you and because you’re an adult male who uses multiple exclamation points for emphasis.

He doesn’t respect you, not even enough to tell you the real reason he dumped you. Instead, he just pushes your buttons by telling you it was something as stupid as tanning.

That’s why you’re still in love. He pushes your buttons, and you’re the type who thrives on chaos and drama. Fuck that shit. It’s not healthy, and it makes for an awful pattern of relationships.

Have some fucking dignity and move on.

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On being just an asshole.

To be honest i’m a psychopath. not the type that kills people but the type that doesn’t care about anything. ever. i’ve known i was different from everyone else since i could remember. it’s just that now i’m in the stage of my life where friends have married off and and have had kids and such. Many of them have asked me why i haven’t found anyone and i’d like to tell them about me but i KNOW they’ll think i’m crazy. people tend to associated no emotion and killer. the thing i’m trying to ask is should i tell them? i think they should know but at the same time it seem dangerous.

“To be honest, I’m a psychopath?” Great opener. Love the built-in irony.

Sounds like if anything, you’re more a half-assed sociopath than a psychopath. Not even sure if you’re that. Maybe you are. Maybe you’re not. Either way, best not to confuse an emotionless state with a lack of empathy. Having no emotions is very different than having no conscience.

Besides, antisocial personality disorder presents with a laundry list of other negative characteristics short of going Dexter. How big a prick are you?

Better question: what’s your motivation for wanting to tell your friends? If it’s anything approaching remorse or guilt, I’d say you’re pretty much disqualified from antisocial personality disorder.

You say you’re emotionless? Fine. I believe you, but unless you’re also a cold-hearted bastard my guess is that you’re more likely dealing with some other kind of non-specific personality disorder.

Fuck it. I don’t know. Maybe you’re just an asshole.

Whatever it is, go see a shrink.

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On tattoo sex.

What is it like to sleep with someone who has large tattoos on their body? Is it different? Is it distracting?

Oh hey, Sandra Bullock. Yeah, these thoughts aren’t healthy for you right now.

Seriously, don’t dwell on your biker husband’s year long love affair with a tattoo model. I’m sure their sex wasn’t at all creative, deviant, or athletic.

It’s best if you just put it out of your mind and refocus your energy on pandering to middle-brow America’s latent racism and dull sense of humor.

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On fantasy vs reality.

When I masturbate, I often think about going down on my boyfriend. When i’m actually with him, though, the thought of it disgusts me and I can’t do it. He knows I don’t want to and says he doesn’t care (I trust him, but this is a sensitive area because i’ve actually had to dump an ex because of the same issue, so i’m not positive he doesn’t mind) but I don’t know why in theory, in my bed alone, i’m down for it but in his bed, i’m absolutely not.

Any thoughts?

This one’s easy, sweetheart. You’re masturbating to the thought of exerting sexual control over your man using your mouth. That’s the fantasy.

You’re not masturbating to the gamey flavor of his unwashed cock, nor are you masturbating to the uncomfortable sensation of your gag reflex kicking in when he holds you down by the back of your head. That’s the reality.

Fantasy versus reality. It’ll fuck you every time.

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On college experimentation.

I’m in a bit of a predicament at the moment. Let me lay out my situation for you. My parents are good catholics, they go to church every Sunday, read the bible, etc. They are also the type of people who work out on a regular basis.

I am a college freshman, and love to party, drink, smoke, and generally be up to no good. My parents have no idea I do any of this, because in high school, and while I’m home for break, I act like their good little boy.

So do I keep on smoking and drinking, killing my lungs and liver in the process, or do I start working out and being religious to please my folks?

Up to no good? That’s very sweet, but you have no idea what it really means to be up to no good.

Listen, kid. You’re not in a predicament. You’re in college. If you can keep your grades up while keeping the douchebaggery to a minimum, feel free to experiment with whatever vices raise your eyebrow. Now’s the time.

I will say this, though. Your lungs and liver can handle a little college experimentation, but at your age there’s no quicker way to ruin a perfectly good brain than with religion.

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On finding yourself in an affair.

I’ve been “dating” this guy for a couple weeks casually. It’s more like we get together for dinner and then fuck like rabbits, but I have absolutely no problem with that. He’s a no strings kind of guy that’s still genuine and fun to hang around/party with. It’s kind of the perfect “relationship” for me. Then, the other day, he forgot to take his wedding ring off. First time I ever saw it. I don’t necessarily enjoy it when women sleep with married or taken men, and now I feel like shit. I somehow feel like I shouldn’t because I didn’t know (and, like an ass, never noticed anything that would indicate that he was) but I can’t help it. I’ve cut off contact for now, but I don’t know how to get rid of the guilty feeling. Any advice?

You cut off contact for now? Fuck that. Confirm that he’s married, and if he is, cut off contact permanently.

The guilty feeling exists because you haven’t done the right thing and actually ended it yet. Finish the job, sweetie. Up to this point, you haven’t been complicit in an affair, but if you continue seeing him, you will have a reason for the guilt.

It’s not worth it, by the way. Consider this a learning experience and move on. Don’t waste your energy or your emotions on people who lack integrity. A man who engages in that level of calculated deception doesn’t deserve one more second of your time.

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