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On lip piercing.

What are your thoughts on the Monroe piercing? I’ve never had a facial piercing before, but I’m pretty sure I could rock it. Plus I’m a college student, and I work in an environment that is down with body modification (to an extent). But does it scream “rebelling adolescent?” I’d rather avoid that.

Don’t worry. These days, a monroe piercing does not scream “rebelling adolescent.” It merely screams “adolescent.”

That’s fine, really. You’re in college. Perfectly appropriate time to stick shit in your face.

Best of luck. I hope that you do, in fact, rock it.

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On nationality

What are your thoughts on dating Persian men?

Based on the overly aggressive, mildly annoying way you submitted this question seventeen times in a row, I’m gonna go ahead and assume that you’re Persian.

I’m also going to assume that what you’re really doing is asking me to speak on behalf of all LA party girls as to why you’re constantly being rejected in the clubs. You’re using me as a barometer to measure whether there’s any latent cultural bias out there.

You’ve seen the kind of shit I talk, and you want to use any derogatory statements I might make as ammunition in your pity party. You can’t wait for me to start throwing around words like swarthy, sleazy, greasy, and creepy so that you can quietly self-confirm that it’s not your fault — stuck-up bitches just hate on Persians.

Well, the real answer is going to annoy you. I don’t care about nationality. I don’t want to care about nationality. If you happen to be Persian, fine cool whatever. On the other hand, if you identify as a Persian, I’m much less likely to give you the time of day.

Now, don’t get your Ed Hardy briefs in a twist. The same goes for every nationality. I don’t care if you’re Persian, Israeli, Armenian, Mexican, Irish, or motherfucking Cherokee. If the most interesting thing about you is based on whatever war-torn shit-hole your grandparents decided to flee, I’m just not going to be that interested.

Nationality is right up there with religion and professional sports teams as one of the most annoying things that one-dimesional, weak-minded people use as a substitute for an actual personality.

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On the way he was raised.

Four months ago I started going out with my current boyfriend, who had been a friend for a long time. Right before we had started dating, I had met a different guy at a party and we had started “thinking about dating,” but when my current boyfriend told me that he wanted to go out with me, I chose him over the new guy. Current boyfriend is still jealous of the (old) new guy, even though I had broken it off immediately (we still talked, but I had told him that I was in an exclusive relationship now).

Current boyfriend wanted to know my history, and I’m a very open person, so I told him about my past sexual experiences, including a trip to Turkey where I had engaged in a small affair that ended with me receiving two beautiful silk rugs as a goodbye, and an unrelated experience where I was almost raped. Last night he was at my house and looked at the rugs and told me that he was going to take them and burn them. He wanted me to give him the name of the town where I got them so he could “go there and kill that guy.”

He hates for me to go out anywhere without him, and he hates when our mutual classmates (we are in college together) ask me for help on homework. He always thinks I’m meeting someone when I want to be alone in my house or get dinner alone. I think that part of this discord is cultural, because he’s Indian and from a conservative Muslim family. The other girls that he’s dated seriously were Indian girls at home, but he’s had one night stands since he’s been here. I’ve never cheated on him or even thought of doing so, but his jealousy is driving me nuts. I love him and want to be with him here and now, although maybe not forever. How can I make him realize that I’m his and not leaving?

How can you make him realize that you’re his and not leaving?

No, no, no. You’ve got it all wrong. You need to make him realize that you aren’t his, and if he doesn’t change his attitude, you will be leaving.

You are not his property. Do not ever tolerate that kind of behavior. He does not get to threaten violence out of some primitive sense of machismo, and he sure as hell doesn’t get to register an opinion about your study partners or what you choose to do with your free time.

In fact, fuck this guy. Fuck his petty jealousy, and fuck his conservative muslim family just for good measure. The bottom line is that you should just break up with him, but you don’t want to hear that. You want some magic words that will suddenly make him progressive, confident, and trusting.

Sorry. No such thing. You’re stuck with a pathetic man-child that will require years of therapy and deprogramming before he’ll think of you as something other than a dog on a leash, and even then you’ll be stuck dealing with a family who hates you for not being brown enough for their son.

Seriously. You’re in college. You don’t need this bullshit. Go enjoy a sampler platter of guys, and don’t even think about the word “exclusive” until you know better than to fall for boys in conservative religious families.

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Advice

On subtlety.

What do you do if you want to get a guy’s attention? Start with the “subtle” options then work your way up?

I hope you appreciate the irony of putting emphasis on the word subtle.

By the way, just because you use quotation marks as if you’re winking at me, it doesn’t mean I can read your mind or anything. I have no idea whether you’re implying “subtle” eye contact or a “subtle” blowjob.

I suppose either one will get a guy’s attention if you do it right.

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On me.

I thought I would flip things and ask a question regarding you for a change. From your earlier posts, it seems that you are in the throws of a long distance relationship. How have you been able to keep this relationship going and stable? Do you both not mind each other sleeping with other people? I know you feel sex is one thing and love it quite a different beast, however, how do/did you come to terms with him sleeping with other women? Jealousy is a basic human emotion that you simply can’t turn off with a flip of a switch. I know some part of you deep down wishes he would be waiting for you and only you.

Yep, I’m still in the throes of a long distance romance. Shit’s working, too. We’ve started tossing around the L word, and I honestly can’t remember ever being this happy in a relationship I knew was healthy.

We’ve kept it going by making an effort to see each other regularly. We spent the holidays together, and for the past five months, we’d usually make it about ten days before one of us would hop on a Southwest puddle-jumper for a long weekend of sex and candy.

But that’s just logistics. The real trick is that we’re both strong enough to handle it, and neither of us is hung up on monogamy. I know it’s hard for you to comprehend, but I really don’t care if he sleeps with other women, because he does it the right way.

I’ll give you an example. He was on a business trip in Puerto Vallarta a couple months back and met a girl. He made it a point to whip out an international calling card, dial my number and check to make sure it was okay with me before he spent the night with her. Hell, I talked to the chick. She was cool as fuck. Next time she’s in LA, we’re all gonna hang out.

Even though our relationship was still pretty new at the time, he respected me enough to get a thumbs up. He knew I’d be cool with it, but he still called. The same goes for me, by the way. It’s a two way street, we’re both completely open with each other, and it works.

Besides, it’s not like we’re constantly giving each other hall passes. We’re both pretty slammed with work, and we end up seeing each other in what free time we do have. It’s much more likely that we’d wind up in a hotel room hooking up with a random couple when we’re together.

But all that stuff, hey, it’s just recreation. It’s just crazy fun. At the end of the day, we get to curl up with each other and fall asleep together. That’s all that matters.

Sure, it can be hard sometimes. I miss him a lot. The long distance routine is a bitch, but it’s worth it. We’re just so fucking good together.

You insist that some part of me deep down wishes he would be waiting for me and only me, but the thing is, I already know he is.

I get to see him this weekend, by the way.

I can’t fucking wait.

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On the whore’s fallacy*

In the past I’ve been a cam girl, a sugar baby, a dominatrix, and an escort. The money for all of these things was phenomenal. I’d love to become a stripper. My (AMAZING but very vanilla) bf doesn’t approve of any of these things. Do I keep the boy, stay broke and have love? Or do I make my shitloads of money off sex work and come home to an empty bed at night? I’m 21.

Okay, I’m gonna go ahead and call this situation the “whore’s fallacy.” It’s that classic false dichotomy between love or money that sex workers insist upon whining about, and it’s total bullshit.

You don’t have to choose between love or money. You can have both.

All you need is the emotional intelligence to engage in sex work safely and thoughtfully, the emotional integrity to choose a boyfriend who is strong enough handle it, and the emotional honesty to be open with him about what you do.

I suppose that’s a pretty tall order when you consider the circumstances of most sex workers, but still, it is possible.

In your case, who knows? You’re young. Odds are, this guy isn’t going to be the love of your life, so when you break up you can start making bank again. Whenever that happens, maybe you should modify your standards.

No more disapproving men.


* to the person who asked the follow up: the answer to your question is yes. As for your comment, I understand where you’re coming from, and I can’t disagree with an anecdote. Still, there are all types of sex workers, each with her own set of special circumstances. A stripper has it different than a porn star, and a porn star has it different than an escort. I think you’d be surprised how realistic your expectations could be if you actually expected them.

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On giving up brain cells

I was wondering about your use of cocaine. You seem like a highly intelligent woman, and yet I was under the assumption that cocaine kills brain cells? Especially after repeated use.

Forgive me for any ignorance.

Sure, cocaine might kill a few brain cells. You know what else might? Damn near every other modern product you can drink, swallow, or inhale, starting with that vodka tonic you’re sipping on right now.

Honestly, I don’t know why everybody’s so possessive about a few neurons. If you make it to eighty with every last one of your brain cells, you aren’t gonna have any stories worth telling the grandkids.

I’m not saying you should run out and start smoking crack, but don’t be a pussy either. Stop listening to all the silly anti-drug propaganda and do your own research.

At the end of the day, it’s all just a pile of chemicals. Whether it’s an aspirin or an E tab, there’s nothing to be afraid of if you know what you’re doing.

As for your concern regarding repeated use, I say moderation in all things, including moderation.

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On early grieving of a lifelong addict.

I’ve been reading your advice Tumblr for about 2 months, give or take, now – and while at the time I wasn’t at a point in my life where I desperately needed an answer to a question from a perceptive and anonymous quasi-blogger, I am definitely there now.

My father was brilliant and handsome – legitimately a genius, but often as the result of a neglectful childhood and bad influences, he was molded into a rebellious drug addict with few other options to influence him otherwise. I get that this already sounds like the cliched plot to some half-assed ABC Family show, because it kind of is in its own way. Basically, my mother and father got married at a young age, eventually had me (their only kid) and divorced due to my dads lifestyle and being an ill-fit father despite the obvious love for me. After 1st grade, I never saw him again until I spend Christmas of 2008 at his side of the families house, saw him there, and we began talking (I was 18 at the time). He’s a heroin addict of a high caliber – he spent 9 years of his life debilitated on skid row, his legs are swollen and hardened due to syringe abuse, he is HIV+ with hep. C. He’s married to a girl who went through all of that with him, but she’s legitimately clean now, going to a community college and planning on transferring to get her degree, so you’d think the influence would wear off. Well, it hasn’t.

I really loved my dad as a kid, he was my end all be all. His sudden absence in my life really devastated me in a deep way – to the point where I would have tears in my eyes at the thought of him (and I’m really not an openly emotional person) and my relationship with men always fell flat due to my mistrust of their ‘dedication’. I get the feeling this is starting to stupidly drag on, but I want to know how I can help him get out of addiction. He’s no longer on the streets and has an apartment of his own, but how do you get a 42 year old drug addict who has a disease-induced death sentence to embrace life as it once was and for the better? I want this man in my life. I do love him but he’s so headstrong it’s VERY difficult to get through to him. How do I go about helping him make his life better?

I know I can’t make someone do anything they don’t want to do. I learned that shit the hard way long before this. But I don’t want someone dying on my watch. That’s just a little too much for me.

Your dad is going to die.

It probably won’t be tomorrow. It might not be for ten years. Regardless of when it happens, you need to be emotionally prepared. You need to embrace the inevitability of his premature death, and know in your heart of hearts that you are not responsible for the way he lives nor the way he ultimately will die.

I’m not suggesting you enable his addiction. Quite the opposite. Keep fighting the good fight, even though you’re going to lose. That’s the trick, really — you have to recognize that admitting defeat is not the same thing as giving up.

Protecting yourself emotionally will be an exercise in advanced compartmentalization, the kind of harsh stuff that turns a girl into a woman. You’ll have to compartmentalize your love for the man who is your father, and then isolate that love from the various stages of grief you’ll continue to feel regarding your father’s eventual drug-related death.

Based on the way you talk about your situation, it seems like you’re already moving through the stages of grief. By saying, “I know I can’t make someone do anything they don’t want to do,” it seems that you’re not in denial about the situation. After all, you “learned that shit the hard way long before this.”

After denial comes anger, and based on your tone, that stage seems to have come and gone as well.

You strike me as someone who’s in the bargaining stage. You’re looking for false hope. Just the act of writing to me is a kind of bargaining. It’s as if you’re saying, “maybe this Coke Talk bitch knows a trick and can get me a hall pass for my dad’s addiction.” Nope. Sorry. Wish I could, but that ain’t the way it works.

The shitty part is that the next stage of grief is depression. It’s the stage where you face the certainty of the situation and start to disconnect. That’s why the compartmentalization is key here, because you’re going through these stages of grief while your father is still alive. There’s a part of your father that you have to acknowledge is already gone, and you have to disconnect and mourn the loss, all while another part of you still celebrates that he’s alive.

It’s a cognitive backflip, but if you pull it off, it will lead to an acceptance of the painful truth without sacrificing your relationship.

Your dad is going to die a premature, drug-related death. Come to accept that free from any responsibility.

At the same time, get to know him as a man and love him as a father.

Good luck.

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On being too stupid for advice.

i have a querstion.

im dating this man, but he’s living with his parents. he’s graduating in may with his degree, but is being charged with felony failure to render aid because of an accident he got into last year. he really is an amazing man, who has had no type of problems with the law in the past. i went to see him yesterday and he was drinking and told me that he wanted to see me today. when i left and got home, i didnt hear from him AT ALL. until 3 am he told me he had just woken up. i texted him this morning and asked if i was still invited over but i didn’t hear anything from him. i called him around noon and he told me that he was hung over and was going to go back to sleep. am i wrong for, i didn’t freak out on him but i vented to my friends, getting upset because he couldn’t call me or text me at all??

he asked me when i was going to be his girlfriend, and i said whenever he asked me. but he responds with ‘when are you going to be my girlfriend? today or tomorrow?’ am i wrong for wanting him to ask me ‘would you be my girlfriend?’ or something like that instead of ‘WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND?’ i asked him why he doesn’t ask me normally and he says because he’s scared of me and what i’d say. should i dump him because he’s a wimp? should i put up with his shit until his court thing is over? or should i break it off for until its over and through? i really like him alot, but not enough to waste my time or play stupid games. please give me your best advice 🙂 thank youu!

Really? Wow. You’re a fucking idiot. I mean, even for a twelve year old, your level of emotional intelligence is frighteningly low. It’s not that I don’t care what you do, it’s that I honestly can’t give you any advice.

I suppose I could tell you to start reading existentialist philosophy in a quest for self-realization, but who are we kidding? Jersey Shore re-runs are about to start, and you want a stranger on the internet to help scold your alcoholic boyfriend who will undoubtedly find a way to knock you up before he starts serving time for felony hit and run, thus bolstering the supply of potential cast members for next season of MTV’s 16 and Pregnant.

Actually, wait. That is one thing you can do. Don’t ever go off your birth control. Seriously, people like you shouldn’t breed.

If this hurts your feelings, ask yourself why.

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On fighting.

My boyfriend and I have been fighting entirely too much lately, and to put it bluntly, it fucking sucks. I rely on him for a place to live and for my er, needs. Breaking up is a non-option both because of what I just mentioned, and because I love the guy, I just don’t love the fights. For some reason we just can’t do anything without one of us over reacting about what the other said. What do you suggest we do?

Quit brawling and learn how to box.

You’re fighters. Fine. Embrace it and start a training regimen. Develop some conflict resolution skills so your fights are constructive instead of destructive. Take a class.

If it’s really bad, go to couples counseling. Consider it training camp. Consider it renting a referee. Hell, consider it Fight Club — whatever it takes to get you two communicating and resolving conflict in a healthy manner.

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