I am a straight monogamous man with normal sexual predilections. I don’t need to find someone to pee on me, paddle my butt, tell me about fucking other men, or anything else too weird. So why am I writing to you? First, I wanted to thank you for printing all the letters from the perverts. I feel lucky that my sexuality is wired the way it is, and I’m thankful every time I read your column and am reminded of the sexuality I might have gotten.
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You’re in good company, TID. Like dogs, all men who muff dive go to heaven. And while I could dig up a stat for you somewhere (hell, you could dig up the stat yourself–have you heard of Google?) what difference does a stat make? Like the perverts who fill you with that there-but-for-the-grace-of-God-go-I feeling, TID, you like what you like. And that thing you like, Tom? Muff diving was once considered the height of kink–and not all that long ago, either. Hell, muff diving was illegal in a few of these United States until the U.S. Supreme Court finally struck down all sodomy laws in 2003.
I laughed reading your column today, but it’s not always so. Sometimes it is just plain disgusting. I always thought of human sexuality as something deeply poetic and beautiful, the greatest ecstasy that is afforded human beings this side of the grave. But when reading your column one gets the feeling that human sexuality can be downright disgusting–people who like piss, sadomasochism, and orgies. Is there any way that we can salvage the poetic beauty of human sexuality? –Just Curious
Since I don’t have a television, I took to the Internet for a look at Andy Samberg and Daniel V., the objects of your masturbatory inclinations. I was shocked at how unhot these two guys looked! Knowing you were gay, I naturally assumed that they were supermodel hot. Thanks for the learning experience, and for defying my assumptions about the average gay male! –Lola
Thanks for sharing, BT.
