Hear me out. You’ve pushed the idea that everyone must be GGG, or “good, giving, and game,” and that people in relationships must be sluts for each other, and that women must perform oral sex. I agree that sexual satisfaction for both parties in a relationship is important. I think that is what you are trying to express. But that is not the message straight men are hearing. Straight men are hearing that they are entitled to whatever they want, whenever they want it, whether the women they’re with like it or not. And any woman who objects is a horrible person.
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As for GGG, perhaps a clarification is in order. Here’s how ExtraUgly.com advertises their “Good Giving Game Girl” T-shirts: “The three key attributes of a good, freaky sex partner. As promoted by ‘Savage Love.’ Buy it for all yo favorite ho’s.”
Memo to ExtraUgly.com: being GGG doesn’t make someone yo ho. And GGG isn’t just for girls. Here’s what I wrote when I first coined the term: “GGG stands for ‘good, giving, and game,’ which is what we should all strive to be for our sex partners. Think ‘good in bed,’ ‘giving equal time and equal pleasure,’ and ‘game for anything–within reason.’” Please note that “within reason,” selfish, demanding kinksters. GGG is something straight women, straight men, lesbians, gay men, bisexuals, MTFs, FTMs, etc, should all strive to be.
At 28 years old, LMNH, you’ve been masturbating for how long now? Fifteen years? More? If humping a sofa hasn’t ruined you already then you’re obviously not doing yourself any harm.
I’m a 24-year-old female and I’ve been with my boyfriend for almost five years. We’re transitioning to a long-distance relationship in January when he moves a hojillion miles away to go to law school. He’s 28, an angel, and I want to have a baby. He doesn’t want to have a baby, at least not in the foreseeable future, and he’s made it clear that if I give him an ultimatum, he’ll dump my ass. I’m longing to spawn, so I’ve decided to get pregnant by him and not tell him. He has nothing to do with birth control, never has, so my plan will succeed. I’m going to do this: that’s not in question.
But, hey, your mind is made up–you’re doing this thing. I’m not running your letter to argue with you, E. I’m only running it in hopes that a certain 28-year-old who’s about to go to law school a hojillion miles away from his 24-year-old batshitcrazy girlfriend sees it and recognizes himself.
