I'm a 19-year-old girl, attractive, outgoing, and ambitious. My boyfriend is 21 and shares the same qualities. We've been dating since January. At times, he gets really moody and won't tell me why, but I've noticed a pattern:
1. Me hanging out with my guy friends (guy friends that I've known since we were about 13, no attraction).
2. Me hanging out with a guy I once had a one-night stand with, whom we both know.
3. Me talking to a guy at a club.
Perhaps the second incident is understandable, but the last one troubles me. We were out with friends, dancing in a group. A guy tried to dance with just me, and I said "no" and moved away from him. Then some guy grabbed my ass, and I turned around and told him I was going to backhand him if he touched me again, and told him the guy standing next to me was my boyfriend.
My boyfriend glared at me and walked away. I found him outside and asked him what was going on, and he ignored me. I ended up walking down the street in the rain, the most emo I could possibly be, crying. When I saw him later, my boyfriend said that telling the other guy "I'm here with my boyfriend" meant that if I wasn't there with my boyfriend I would have done something with him. I ended up bawling, and then he held me and told me it was "okay."
How should I approach this issue? He doesn't really want to talk about it. Should I ask him if he's a jealous person and see how it goes from there?
Goodguy Really Emotionally Exhausts Nicegirl
Fire. Rumsfeld. Now.
No, wait. I've been spending too much time reading Andrew Sullivan's blog. I meant: Break. Up. With. Him. Now. This is classic controlling behavior, GREEN, and if you let him get away with it—by which I mean, if you don't dump his ass over this bullshit—it's only going to get worse.
Here's the download: A man that emotionally abuses a woman over casual contact with other men early in a relationship is likely to physically abuse her later in the relationship. Even if he never physically abuses you—a big, fat, fucking "if"—can't you see what you're setting yourself up for if you stay with this guy? Men make up roughly 50 percent of the population, so just about every time you leave the house, you're going to run into men. Guys are going to speak to you in clubs and in classes, on buses and airplanes, and unless you work in a convent, GREEN, you're gonna have male coworkers. So your boyfriend, if you stay with him, will be able to get all sulky and silent on your ass whenever the fuck he feels like it. Are you prepared to live with that? Forever?
I hope not. Because you may be outgoing and ambitious now, GREEN, but after a few years with this toxic shithead, you're going to be a timid, self-censoring wreck, second-guessing your every move lest it set your boyfriend off. You'll find yourself flinching every time a man—a friend, a waiter, a retail clerk—speaks to you in his presence. Since you'll never know which innocent conversation is going to set him off, every interaction you have with another man is going to feel like a risk that's not worth running. Do you want to live like that?
Yes, yes, he has good qualities—he's outgoing and attractive. So fucking what? Most abusers have something to recommend them, GREEN, otherwise no one would ever date one long enough to be abused. Hell, when they're sweet, abusers can be downright endearing. ("Oh, he makes me cry, but then he holds me and tells me it's 'okay.' He's so wonderful and sensitive!") But you need to open your eyes and see the sweet routine for what it is: an integral part of an emerging cycle of abuse. He acts like an asshole, you cry, and then he pours on the syrup. Why? So you don't leave him, GREEN, so you'll still be there for him to abuse tomorrow.
Perhaps I'm painting too dark a picture. Your boyfriend is young, perhaps he can get a handle on this and drop the clichéd jealous/emotionally abusive boyfriend routine. But that's not gonna happen until he realizes that he's going to pay a steep price for treating women like shit. Namely, it will cause smart, attractive, secure women—women like you—to dump him.
So no more emo, GREEN, no more tears. Dump the fucker and tell him why you're dumping him. ("You are an insecure bag of slop, and I'm simply not willing to be punished for your insecurities.") Then tell yourself, over and over again, that you didn't really love this guy, dearly or otherwise. You were in love with the person he could be but isn't. Or, to be charitable, you were in love with the person he isn't yet, the person he never will be if he doesn't suffer the consequences of his behavior, i.e., if it doesn't cost him someone like you. So…
Dump. Him. Now.
And fire Rumsfeld, too.
A close friend that I've known for years recently came out to some mutual friends, but has yet to say anything to me. I'm hurt that he doesn't feel comfortable coming out to me. So what gives? Why hasn't he told me?
Don't feel bad, BB. Homos frequently come out to new friends before old, siblings before parents. The more a homo fears the loss of a person's love and support, the harder it can be to tell them. Which is why most homos go in for a few low-risk coming-outs before they drop the bomb on mom, dad, and best buds.
I was somewhat surprised that in your response to NAGS (the man dating a zoophile), you failed to comment on the questionable ethics of zoophilia and bestiality. To me, the foremost rule of sexual ethics is consent, something animals are incapable of granting. I remember that you have a set of sexual practices that you do not condone under any circumstances, but I can't remember if German-shepherd fucking is among them. I'd be interested to hear your thoughts.
Don't Fuck Animals
Bestiality/zoophilia is on my short "No" list, right up there with pedophilia, necrophilia, and coprophilia, much to the consternation of dogfuckers, kidfuckers, deadfuckers, and shitfuckers everywhere. (I really have a beef with anyone out there fucking dead, shit-covered puppies.) Since my opposition to dogfucking has long been a matter of public record, DFA, I didn't feel compelled to restate my opposition in my response to NAGS. But, hey, once more for the record: Fucking dogs is bad, mmm-kay? Don't do it.
However, it needs to be said that if zoophilia is wrong because animals can't consent to sexual acts, then hamburgers, lamb chops, and Jell-O brand gelatin, along with leather shoes, belts, pants, slings, and hoods, are all equally wrong. It's possible that meat and leather are, you know, wronger. If we could talk to the animals, I'm pretty sure they would tell us they would rather be screwed than stewed. But until we can talk to the animals, I fully support eating them and wearing them, not fucking them.
Lots of folks took exception to my advice for Just That Into Him, the woman I advised to consider cleaning up after her messy boyfriend if things got serious. You can read a smattering of the letters, pro and con, at avclub.com/savage/intohim.