Take a word of advice from a doctoral student of communications at an Ivy League university: if you want your message to stick, you need to repeat it over and over and over. The reactionaries in our government certainly understand this. We progressives also need to embrace this strategy to get our message out.
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As for “santorum,” clearly buttfuckers everywhere were aching for a word to describe the frothy mix of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the by-product of anal sex. The word is turning up in letters to Savage Love, of course, but also in overheard conversations in swank restaurants and on T-shirts. (More on both below.) To find out if my fellow advice columnists would be willing to use “santorum” in their columns, PP, I contacted one of the few I really like just to test the waters: Margo Howard, who pens Dear Prudence, which originated in Slate and is now widely syndicated.
“Would Prudie mention your interesting ‘frothy mix’ in her column? Prudie would not. And she thinks anyone who would be mixing up such a potion would not be writing to her in the first place,” Howard responded. Those people, she is too polite to point out, would be writing letters to me. Carolyn Hax, who writes the column Tell Me About It, which originates in the Washington Post, wasn’t game either. “I defer to Savage Love on frothy sex by-products, unless it’s the beach scene in From Here to Eternity,” said Hax. Besides, “taking the word mainstream would strip it of its cachet.”
I’m a 25-year-old who is into pegging and thinks that this characteristic could/should be seen as attractive by women. The problem is getting this message out. Call me a slut, but I just want to get as much pegging as possible and don’t care if it’s a one-night peg or a long-term peg. If a man were to mention that he’s up for some pegging, how would a woman respond? I think pegging would be very high on any woman’s list of things to do.
A fucked butt isn’t necessarily a stanky butt, FARTS, but depending on what kind of lube you used, how much you used, and how much santorum you managed to leave in the wife, well, it’s entirely possible your wife had a reaction that turned her into a gassy can-stanker-upper. Or it could have been something she ate. The only way to finger the culprit is to fuck her butt again using the same lube, but this time on an empty stomach.
