I’m a woman in my early 20s and I love to insert a tampon in my rear end when I masturbate. It gets me off but I feel dirty. Is this normal? Do other people share this pleasure? Does it have a name?
But wait! It gets weirder: Not only was I writing a response to your question when I heard the news about Jackson, I was writing about Jackson in my response!
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I can’t imagine this will make you feel better about your fetish–it certainly won’t make you feel normal, CAT–but you’re not alone. None other than Michael Jackson–the King of Pop, the artist of the millennium, America’s most wanted–has been accused in print of sharing your fetish. In 1995 a book called Michael Jackson Was My Lover was published in Chile. (A tiny press in San Francisco also released a version in 1997.) Written by Victor M. Gutierrez, Michael Jackson… claims to tell the story of “the boy who sued the King of Pop.” And on page 64 there’s this rather inelegant chapter title: “Jackson’s Use of Enemas and Tampons.”
Your love for Ashton Kutcher seems to have dribbled away. Gone are the days when you showered your love on Ashton Kutcher in print and expressed desires to shower him with so much more. Has the young actor’s hyperpublicized affair with an older, hard-bodied celebrity nonactress dimmed his star in your eyes?
Hey, Dan, with the holiday season not too far off, here’s a suggestion: Last year, you asked your readers to send in their worst (sex-related) holiday experiences. This year, why not do just the opposite? Let’s all send you our favorite, fondest, most cherished (sex-related) holiday experiences. I’ve got mine all picked out and ready to send in.
Dan Savage’s newest book, Skipping Towards Gomorrah, is out in paperback.
