Not long ago, a certain woman went from being my brother’s fuck buddy to being his girlfriend. From what I can tell, she’s GGG (or maybe he is) and they have a creative sex life. I’m in my mid-30s; my brother and his girlfriend are in their early 40s.
In an effort to ensure that my son is as gay as a goose when he grows up, my boyfriend and I bought season tickets for the Seattle Mariners. When I was a kid I hated going to ball games with my dad and brothers–oh, the tedium!–but my son loves ’em, and I actually enjoy going now that I’m a grown-up. The difference? Beer. Unlike my grandparents, siblings, uncles, and cousins, however, I drink in moderation–which at the ballpark works out to a beer every other inning. Well, last night’s game went into extra innings, so I had extra beers, and now I’m so hungover I can barely hold my head up. It hurts to think, and I probably shouldn’t be operating a laptop in this condition, but, hey, deadlines are deadlines.
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My boyfriend and I are 18, and we’re in love. We’ve been together for almost four years. He recently decided that he’s against abortion, to the point where he won’t have sex with me unless I agree to have the kid if I get pregnant. I told him there’s no way I can agree to that–it’s my choice what I want to do with my body. He says it’s his choice if he wants to stop having sex with me because he disagrees with my views on the matter. (Which is something he read in your column, BTW.) Where do I go from here? I can’t be celibate until I’m ready to have a kid. But I don’t want to break up with someone I love because of a sincere moral disagreement. What now? –One Boy’s Girl Yearns Nervously
