I am an 18-year-old female dating a 19-year-old male, and we are both virgins. We met in a behavior modification program. We are now both home and dating, which we couldn’t do in the program. It’s my first committed relationship, and we’re in love. We want to have sex. My parents are fine with it, but his parents are devout Catholics who would be very upset. He wants to have sex anyway, but his parents pay the bills for him and he could be in big trouble if they find out. I love this boy and I hate leaving him in pain every time I see him, and both of us are very sexually frustrated. I would say we should just do it anyway and not bother telling his parents. However, this would be hard, because my parents would be paying for the birth control, and they would not approve of his parents not knowing. Either way, someone’s parents are going to be upset. I don’t know if we could afford our own birth control, and I don’t want to be sneaking around. -Needing Sex, Checking Morals
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Jesus Christ, NSCM! What did your parents expect them to do to you two in that behavior modification program? Lobotomize you and castrate him? He doesn’t need permission from his parents to have sex, and you don’t need your parents’ permission to have sex with him. You’re both adults, even if you are living at home, and adults don’t tell their parents everything. Adults certainly don’t go to their parents for permission when they decide they’re ready to have sex. You’re not “sneaking around” when you have sex behind your parents’ backs, NSCM; you’re having a private life.
I am ass-over-teakettle in love with a boy, but he was badly abused for a long time. And raped at the age of ten. He cannot admit his love for me, but I can tell from how he acts. Not long ago I told him I could never date him based on the fact that he hit his last girlfriend. (She was being really bitchy and said something his dad–who beat him–used to say.) Now he has left under dark of night and I don’t know where he is. Before he left he told me he loved me. I said “no way” even though my heart was saying “yes!” Now I know I really do love him. If he comes back, should I date him?
Your advice to FART was spot-on. FART wanted to know how to talk women into letting him sniff their farts and insisted his fetish wasn’t disgusting. You rightly pointed out that it is disgusting. Here’s something that may make FART feel a bit better about himself: none other than James Joyce was into the same thing. In a dirty letter Joyce sent to his beloved, “my sweet little whorish Nora,” you can read the following:
