little update .. i am considering dropping hawaii revival & just keeping the seungho-kai-scarlett-quinn thing as a friend group ! i have thought a lot on this and i honestly still am . but i think i am soon going to dissolve the band headcanon as a whole after 3 years . 🖤
i will maybe keep the other, more recent band i have made, LOVECAST, but i cannot guarantee it 👍
If you're suffering from a Lolita complex like teenage/early 20s me was and you think you "like older men" or you get off on it a little if a guy is a bit of a jerk or objectifies you... please. Step back. Turn off the Lana Del Rey, start listening to Savage Lovecast and learning about kink. Learn whether you just feel sexiest when you imagine you are forbidden, or having your power taken away. You CAN have the dynamic that makes you feel desirable - safely - with a partner who understands consent and roleplay. You know what you need to have for that? Someone who sees you as an equal.
I used to think I wanted an older man who would see me as his sweet young bride he'd never believe he was lucky enough to get (luckily the asshole bit didn't appeal to me), but those guys do not exist. If they do they probably harbor some really fucked ideas about women, not to mention are probably right-wing. You can play at or fantasize about being objectified, being your partner's nymphet conquest, but please do not let yourself get sucked into a relationship with a person who needs someone with less power and status than themselves so they can feel bigger. They do this because inside they have not worked on themselves and their personalities are stunted, fragile, and don't want someone who can recognize their immaturity the way a woman their own age could.
Before I started dating the guy who'd become my husband, we would hang out a lot and have a great time, but my romantic feelings for him were slow to come on because he was a little younger and not who I'd imagined myself ending up with. When I told my therapist about him, she said something to the effect of "are you sure you're not into each other?" and told me I shouldn't discount him as a romantic possibility. "You're looking for a man, but you need a GUY," she said. Someone who's not a finished product I can clip on to but someone I can grow and build a life with. A partner like that, a partner who respects you, won't balk at fulfilling your fantasies, especially if you learn together how to talk about what you want. Trust me - I know from experience.
The Lovecast is a two hour broad spectrum music exploration program hosted by Dave O Rama syndicated on UbuntuFM World Radio - schizophonic and outernational.
Picking A Bone with Dan Savage (I Said “Bone,” not “Boner,” Beavis…)
Full disclosure: I love Dan Savage. My parasocial relationship with the political commentator and sex advice-giver has deepened as the years have passed. It is a cold and empty week that I don’t hear from him…via the podcasting app on my iPhone. We have never met. But we have lively disagreements nonetheless.
The biggest, of course, is about the nature — indeed, the very existence — of sex addiction. A Q&A from episode 826 of his Savage Lovecast, week of August 23, exemplifies my frustration with his perspective on this issue. I have decided to give myself the last word.
(Note: The question and answer have been edited for brevity. No facts have been altered.)
Q: 41-year-old cis East Coast person calling. One of my best friends has been dating a man for a year. She shared that he was a recovering sex addict in a 12-step program, working on problems with cheating. She's a monogamist and needs to be in a mono relationship. To me, someone with his history needs to just understand who he is and not fuck up everyone's lives all the time by entering any mono commitments. He relapsed in the winter and they stopped talking for a minute while he got help.
She's been really happy in the relationship since. Fast forward to last night. I opened Facebook saw a photo of an acquaintance of mine with what wasI hoping was this guy’s doppelgänger, captioned “My man.” My heart sank and I needed to verify it was him. I texted the acquaintance and of course she gave my friend's mono partner's name. I had to be the person who broke my friend's heart.
She's fucked up about it, of course. Plus, the other person told me that they too were in a supposedly mono partnership, taking trips together this whole past year. Same timeline as my friend! She shared with me verbatim what my friend told me he has said to her: “You are the first person I've ever been with where I don't want to be with anyone else.”
Dan, I don't want to pile on her pain and it's not my place to tell people what to do. But she needs to stop talking with him. I've known her for almost 20 years and am looking out for her, knowing what I think she needs to feel happy. She responded saying she's not yet in a position to make a decision about the dude. How do I tell her that she needs to stop talking to him? Do I share that he was conducting two simultaneous bullshit mono relationships with the same script, even though she doesn’t want to hear what the other person had to say?
A: You should tell your friend: Look, you can *not* listen to the things that I have to tell you, things that I think you should know, or you can complain to me about your relationship. But not both. This guy is an asshole. I think your friend should stop talking with him, if only because he was so clearly trying to manipulate her. “Oh, I’m the victim. I am a sex addict. Oh, I’m a victim of my very own dick.” No. Sex addiction ain't really a thing. This guy is an asshole and a player, as they used to say, and a scumbag… not that your friend can't be the primary partner or the current partner of a lying manipulative asshole who's attempting to leverage women's sympathies by claiming to be a sex addict, so that you know when he relapses it's not a choice he made to do something with his dick. He was defenseless in the face of this powerful chemical addiction he has to fucking around.
Obviously you're frustrated, by this guy but if your friend wants to be with them, you know she could construct a rationalization or she could change her position on monogamy. She could be in an open or polyamorous relationship with this guy. But he's not interested in an honest, open, ethically non-monogamous relationship. On some level, someone who plays these kinds of games gets off on the deceit and the risk. That he’s risking other people be terribly, terribly hurt as well — that is not a bug, that is a feature.
The pain your friend is in right now was intentionally inflicted. He manipulated her into this position. He threw her into the bathtub full of razor blades, knowingly and on purpose, not because he's an addict, and he's so sorry, and he had an erection relapse that lasted the entirety of the time they've been together in this relationship. But because he is an asshole.
She should stop talking to him, and stop fucking him, and stop dating him and block him on all the social media platforms and block his number. Maybe your friend doesn't want to hear this from you. Maybe she would be open to conversing with your acquaintance who also happens to be dating this guy. Maybe, with her consent, you could share that person's phone number.
ME: So, here’s the bone I’m picking. Yes, this is a lying, manipulative asshole and the caller’s friend should dump his ass immediately. (Not that she will, of course - if you’re getting involved with a self-identified sex addict, you already proved you don’t listen to reason….)
Also yes, gaslighting two different women by swearing to each that she is your one-and-only is does not mean you’re a sex addict. It just means that you are (say it with me) a lying, manipulative asshole.
HOWEVER, neither of those things means there’s no such thing as sex addiction. Nor does it even guarantee that the asshole in question isn’t a sex addict.
Sex addiction isn’t having a side piece and running to 12-step program because you got caught. Sex addiction is swearing to yourself, one more time, that you’re going to close out the porn in 15 minutes, tops, and get some sleep, and still end up missing work in the morning, one more time.
Sex addiction is promising yourself — swearing on all that’s holy and totally meaning it — that you’re not going to touch the kids’ college fund for massage parlor money, doing it anyway and being so ashamed of yourself you can’t look in the mirror.
Sex addiction is getting your arm broken by an angry pimp at Harbor and Third… and as soon as the cast is off going back to Harbor and Third. Sex addiction is jacking off so hard and so often you strip the skin off your dick.
Sex addiction is not having too much fun with your side piece who thinks she’s your number one and your other side piece who thinks she’s your number one. Sex addiction is not fun at all, and I’m tired of people blaming their abusive asshole behavior on sex addiction. It gives sex addiction a bad name.
But just like an alcoholic will hide empties in the laundry basket, a sex addict will cover up the most extreme and shameful behaviors. So while this dude may have gone into an “S program” to get the last gf off his back, he may also have gotten fired from his last three jobs for jacking it in the bathroom because it felt like he would suffocate if he didn’t get off right now. It is possible to be both an asshole and a sex addict.
My lips to Dan’s ears: Once upon a time, your attitude towards drunks was “no one poured the booze down your throat, fuckface.” Then you learned more about the disease of alcoholism and found some empathy. You used to berate fat people something awful: “No one jammed the chocolate cake in your mouth, lady.” Then you learned more about the brain chemistry behind compulsion and obsession and you found empathy there, as well.
Talk to some self-identified sex addicts and see if maybe two things can be true at the same time: This guy is a lying manipulative asshole… and sex addiction really is a thing.
My lips to the caller’s ears: Your friend’s happiness is not your job. You might find Alanon meetings useful. And your friend… well, she’s a love addict. But Dan doesn’t believe in that, either ;-)
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There are too many podcasts on my phone. Too many favorite episodes that are taking up too much memory. So I will mention the favorites here so I can have more music on my phone.
Dear Dan Savage. Your opening monologues are so insightful and entertaining. You are the John Oliver, John Stewart, and Stephen Colbert of sex and relationship advice. Thank you for caring that much about strangers to answer their questions and for the humility to hear when you might have been wrong. I have learned so much, and so far I haven’t had to call in, because of how thorough you are and also because of how well I listen. More recently, thank you for introducing me to Rebecca Fishbein in episode 870. I enjoyed the article you referenced and the interview I heard on the micro-edition. I’m excited to also read her book. And I’m closer than I have ever been to subscribing to the magnum-edition.
The LoveBirds film deserved more. Happy New Year! Have an unedited WIP snippet equipped with my terrible photoshopping skills!
Four Years Ago
Sam woke up before… fuck, he didn’t get the guy’s name. Or maybe he did and forgot? He won’t forget that mouth though. Or that tongue, or that… No time to reminisce about last night. Sam slid out of bed carefully and shrugged his sweater on. He was just slipping out the bedroom door when the big fine man he spent hours under last night spoke.
“Leaving so soon?” Handsome Stranger’s voice was already gruff. But now it was rough from sleep and Sam wanted to stay there and listen to him ask more questions. Today it's “Leaving so soon?” But last night it was “You gonna be good for me? How much more can you take? You gonna come for me?”
Sam dropped the hand resting on the doorknob and turned back to face Handsome Stranger. He was never one for the walk of shame, because he was never one for one-night stands. He looked at Handsome Strangers’ honest face and forgot every line and scenario he was supposed to use to get out of cuddling. Monica and Adam were going to have a field day at brunch later.
He sighed dramatically, as if spending more time with this charming, earnest man would be a huge imposition. “I guess I could stay a bit longer, Lonely Man. Seeing as I’m officially your only friend.” Sam quipped. Handsome Stranger threw his head back and laughed. “Still with the jokes? I told you I was with that one loud table. The guy who hit on you while we were talking at the bar was my childhood best friend. His husband was there egging him on.”
“Sure, sure.” Sam said. What are their names, by the way? I had been calling them “Smedium” and “Smug” all night. “Steve and Tony. Ok, I get why you would call Tony ‘Smug’ but why ‘Smedium’?” Sam shook with laughter and watched the understanding wash across Handsome Stranger’s face. “Because of his small t-shirt?!” He bellowed with laughter. “I cannot wait to tell him that.”
“So…” Sam started. “Steve, Tony and…” Sam panicked slightly. “Rhodey?” Handsome Stranger finished. “Oh, I remember Rhodey. We called him Carved; his cheekbones are ridiculous.” There was an awkward pause. “You don’t know my name!” Handsome Stranger realized.