Hey, Faggot:
–Frustrated in the East Bay
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Have you heard of supply and demand? In a capitalist system, when demand for a particular good or service exists, someone somewhere will try to make themselves a pile of money by satisfying that demand. Extremely horny men, gay and straight, will buy sex if they can’t find it for free, which creates a demand for men and women willing to supply their bodies to horny men at reasonable hourly rates. So long as demand and supply are in balance, prices remain reasonable and everybody’s happy.
In the meantime, there’s no need to suffer: the Internet is crawling with Web sites for agencies and escorts. I don’t know what kind of crap search engine you used, but I was able to find plenty of heterosexual stud escorts in the United States and Canada. Check out these sites: www.lovings.com, www.privatedancersusa.com, and www. male-escorts.com. Finally, I can’t print your E-mail address for prospective studs to get in touch with you and arrange to exchange sex for money. That would be criminal–it’s called soliciting or procuring or something. But I can print your E-mail address so that readers who disapprove of prostitution may write and give you a piece of their minds.
Lo many columns later, it feels strange to begin every column with a joke about a debate that ended years ago. So I’m retiring “Hey, Faggot.” Unless someone out there comes up with a better salutation–a salutation for the next millennium–you don’t have to address me as anything at all.
Speaking of E-mail, I’ve resisted accepting letters to Savage Love via this method for years. With E-mail you have less info to work with, which made me reluctant to embrace the technology. An example: I once got a letter from a 13-year-old girl having sex with her father and, she claimed, absolutely loving it. Perfect for Savage Love, but I didn’t answer that letter. Why? It was written in longhand on legal paper with a fountain pen. Through careful examination of the physical evidence–the letter in my hand–I was able to deduce that it was total bullshit. It wasn’t from a 13-year-old girl but from some creepy middle-aged guy with creepy middle-aged incest fantasies. I trashed the letter, boiled my hands, and answered some genuine letters.
