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Q I am a straight 22-year-old guy who boards with an older, gay, single guy in a one-bedroom apartment. (I use the living-room futon.)We get along pretty well, but he is stubborn about one issue: my dating a 17-year-old girl. I have always liked younger girls. I am no pedophile, but I really enjoy the company and attention of girls who are 16 to 18. He thinks it is my insecurity about dating and sex when it comes to more experienced women. And he is no prude, since he does allow older girls to spend the night here. I really like this girl and wish he would budge a bit. He constantly states that his married friends who are the parents of teenage girls think that this is inappropriate. I must admit that although my girlfriend’s parents know she dates me, they do not know this is a relationship. Is this really so bad and immature of me? Or is my roommate being unreasonable?
A You and your roommate are so cute, I just want to scoop you up and bring you out to Hollywood to pitch your lives as a new CW sitcom. (I’m seeing you being played by either Zac Efron or the guy who knocked up Jamie Lynn Spears, and—throwing convention to the wind—I’m picturing the older gay guy as Rosie O’Donnell with a crew cut.) I joke because borderline pedophilia makes me nervous. Granted, there is this late-teens gray area where it really doesn’t seem that weird for, say, an 18-year-old guy to be screwing around with a 16-year-old girl (that’s basically the senior football stud dating a sophomore cheerleader high-school cliché), but once you move into your twenties, it becomes a whole different issue. Now don’t get me wrong, I really don’t get a pedophile vibe from you at all. You sound like a perfectly normal (if somewhat naive) young man who—as your roommate surmised—likely feels more confident staying in his high-school-level comfort zone rather than graduating to more sophisticated women. The problem, however, is not your intentions or motivation, it’s the inherent power imbalance between a guy who has a few more crucial years of life experience under his belt and a potentially far more impressionable young woman who’s in the midst of finding herself sexually. I do find it commendable that her parents at least know that their daughter is dating a 22-year-old. Here’s the thing, though: If you really don’t think what you’re doing is sketchy, why haven’t you made it clear to them that the two of you are in a full-on relationship? The first thing you should do is sit her parents down and let them know exactly how serious the two of you are. If they still have no issues with it, then I would assume that either (a) they know their daughter well enough to assume she has the maturity to handle the age difference or (b) they’re not fully engaged with their daughter’s life. Obviously, I can’t make that distinction from where I’m sitting, but you (or at least your roommate) certainly could. Either way, the law is technically on your side here (assuming you’re in New York State), but if you brought her parents more into the loop, it would make the rest of us feel a bit better.
Q I’m a gay man in my mid-twenties who’s been in a relationship for the past year. I’m having some trouble in the bedroom, and it’s kind of a two-tiered problem. I began having sex when I was closeted and in college, using the Internet to arrange for random hookups. Naturally, I never started a relationship with any of these guys. It was just casual sex with many different partners. I was used to having sex with one guy, then moving on. It felt a bit dirty and shameful, but ultimately gratifying. So now, while I love my boyfriend dearly, I’m having a hard time becoming aroused in our monogamous sex life. Also, I have a foot fetish, but I’m kind of ashamed about that, too. And much like my first problem, I’m only really attracted to the feet of random strangers. I can never go down on my boyfriend’s feet. Plus, even if I wanted to, the topic has come up in conversation organically and he claims he would never let anyone touch his feet. What to do?!? Sometimes while we’re having sex, I find myself thinking of the feet of past hookups (some of which were foot-related, but most were not) in order to get aroused. I want to make things better in the bedroom with my boyfriend, but I almost feel like I need to be sexually deprogrammed.
AOne of the dastardly repercussions of being in the closet is that you convince yourself that the only kind of sex you deserve is the superficial, fleeting, impersonal kind. That kind of sex can indeed be extremely gratifying in the moment, which only reinforces the programming in a Pavlovian way. I think the reason you’re finding yourself so drawn to the idea of resuming your old habits is because you’ve got some more coming out to do. Just like you had to get over the hurdle of seeing your gayness as something that should be kept hidden due to its shamefulness, now you’ve got to do the same thing with your foot fetish. I’ve talked ad nauseam about the ubiquity and normalcy of fetishes so I won’t go into that again here, but I will say that it sounds like you’ve given up hope that your boyfriend would indulge this fetish based on one throwaway comment. Since you felt rejected by that statement about him never letting anyone touch his feet, you’re now looking to distance yourself from him (by not being fully connected during sex and by fantasizing about random strangers) to avoid being hurt. However, you haven’t allowed for the fact that although your boyfriend doesn’t like the general idea of having his feet sucked on, you still don’t know if he’d do it with you, because of his feelings for you and his desire to make the relationship work. The only deprogramming you really need is to disabuse yourself of the notion that you can’t have hot sex in a loving, nurturing relationship. Sure, it takes work and the ability to make yourself vulnerable, but it’s possible, so come out to your boyfriend about your foot fetish and give it your best shot.
Since I get all sorts of e-mails asking about the effectiveness of various sexual-performance-boosting products, I thought I’d end this week’s column with an interesting bit of news I came across about a “male enhancement” product called Enzyte. From the AP: “A federal court jury on Friday found the owner of a company that sells ‘male enhancement’ tablets and other herbal supplements guilty of conspiracy to commit mail fraud, bank fraud and money laundering.… Prosecutors claimed customers were bilked out of $100 million through a series of deceptive ads, manipulated credit card transactions and the company’s refusal to accept returns or cancel orders.… [Some former employees] testified that the company created fictitious doctors to endorse the pills, fabricated a customer-satisfaction survey and made up numbers to back claims about Enzyte’s effectiveness.” Please stop giving these jokers your money. That is all.
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