I share the pain and anger you feel in the wake of the heinous attacks of September 11. However, I’m writing to administer a gentle knock for your subsequent column. I’m not upset about your take on God. But while you may have sat down to write on September 12 in an emotionally shattered state, your readers are checking in a week later. We’re still reeling but trying to get on with life, and we’re looking for a diversion to lighten the oppressive mood, if only for a moment. And that’s where you come in…or where you were supposed to come in. Your readers turn to you for entertainment and, at a time like this, respite. So please, Dan, how about more on them wacky cross-dressing poo eaters? –All Cried Out
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New York’s mayor, Rudy Giuliani, has asked all Americans to defy the terrorists by getting back to normal and getting back to work as quickly as possible. So here’s a sentence I never thought I’d write: I’d like to dedicate this back-to-abnormal installment of Savage Love to Mayor Giuliani. While I once could be counted among those who loathed New York City’s controversial-art-demagoguing, ferret-owner-bashing, sex-industry-persecuting mayor, I now stand proudly with those who would like to see him serve another term–preferably George W. Bush’s term.
–Better Coming Up Than Going Down
Most of the women you’ve seen eating come and taking it in the ass in cyberspace–I hope you’re sitting down–aren’t doing it for the love of high tech. It’s the money, honey.
I’m unaware of any organizations in Canada for diaper wearers, TBNDWD, other than day care centers–where I hope and pray 26-year-old diaper lovers are unwelcome. That means, of course, that you’re on your own. And really, is that so bad? I mean, what on earth would you get out of joining Adult Diaper Wearers of Canada, if such an organization existed? Camaraderie? (“How’s the ol’ diaper, Stan?” “Still pretty dry, Bob. How’s your diaper?” “Dry as a bone.” “Well, let’s have another beer then, eh?”) What do you need a club for? Can’t you pee on your own two feet?
