By Jake Rossen
By Jesse Marx
By Michelle LeBow
By Alleen Brown
By Maggie LaMaack
By CP Staff
By Jesse Marx
Who the hell wears swim caps anymore? I haven't seen a swim cap in years. That question in your column last week from the swim-cap fetishist getting off on his visits to public pools was bullshit. I would think you, of all people, could see through it.
Sexy St. Louis Girl
Lots of pools require swimmers with long hair to wear caps, SSLG—but, hey, no need to take my word for it. Google "swim caps" and "required," marvel at the predictable results, and then send me something nice by way of apology.
At least one reader calls bullshit on every letter that appears in this column. My readers—my sexy, vigilant, whip-smart readers—need to remember that they're reading heavily edited versions of the questions. I'm forced to trim letters for space and privacy concerns, which can result in the omission of certain corroborating details. So you'll just have to trust me, okay?
I am happily married to a girl in her mid-20s. She recently brought home a Shetland sheepdog that she excitedly explained she had saved from the local pound. Three weeks later, I was in our neighborhood on business and decided to stop by the apartment to save the money I would otherwise spend on lunch. We have a rear door that opens into the living room and I couldn't believe the scene I discovered upon entering: My wife, nude, spread-eagled on the couch, her Shetland sheepdog lapping eagerly at her pussy, ecstatic moans escaping from her throat! She ran to the bathroom as I stood there stunned. But the worst was when I noticed the open jar of Nutella sitting on the coffee table, a faint odor of hazelnut and chocolate in the air. We have never spoken about what happened. Are there health concerns she should be aware of?
A Dog At Most
Now this is a fake letter.
About half of the fakes I get follow ADAM's basic script: Man walks in, discovers his wife/girlfriend/sister/mother getting it on with a dog. Usually the woman has peanut butter smeared all over her crotch, so we'll give ADAM a tenth of a point for creativity.
What if ADAM's letter didn't include that tired old story about a dog eating pussy—would we still be able to tell that it's a fake?
First, there's the piling on of unnecessary details in a self-conscious effort to make the letter seem more plausible. The wife didn't just explain, she "excitedly explained"; she got the dog from the "local pound," as opposed to a pound in Singapore or Sweden. There's the needlessly elaborate explanation about how he came to walk in on the wife: ADAM was in the neighborhood on business, came in through the back door (which opens on the living room?), all because he wanted to save a few bucks on lunch. There are clichéd phrases lifted from a mildewed copy of a mid-1980s Penthouse ("lapping eagerly," "ecstatic moans escaping from her throat").
Most revealing, however, is that ADAM wants us to believe his wife is in her mid-20s. Not just because it's sexier—ostensibly—to picture a nude 25-year-old woman "spread-eagled on the couch" than, say, a nude 55-year-old woman, but because this letter, like most of the fakes I get, is really about the sexual degradation of women as a group. ADAM has issues, as they say, so he ran a fictional woman through a degrading sexual scenario in a letter to me. He hoped that I would run his letter in my column and in his mind this would somehow avenge the slights he's suffered at the hands of all the women who have ever rejected him.
Kind of pathetic when you pause to think about it, huh?
I work with a hot girl at a restaorant [sic] that likes to get Tahesian [sic] Face Masks. Now if you have never heard of them before, it's when someone unloads their feecis [sic] on the other person's face. She started out with guys her age, but recently turned to older men because their shit is thicker. Will her fetish cause her problems later on down the road?
Another hot chick doing something disgusting—although as penned by this subliterate dickweed, it's technically the restaurant that's into Tahitian Face Masks, not the girl. Once again, typical adolescent male fear of female sexuality curdled by resentment. (Hey, what do you think the odds are that the author of this letter was dumped for an older man?) Note that both ADAM and DC, like many fakers, don't write about something they're doing, but about something someone else is doing. And both wind their letters up with kindhearted expressions of concern ("Are there health concerns..." "Will her fetish cause her problems..."), another dead giveaway.
I'm a straight, 22-year-old female. When I'm going down on my boyfriend, he demands that I pick his nose and feed his boogers to him. My boyfriend says this is no big deal; he says it's actually a very popular practice.