We got more letters! This week's theme: Guilt Gut.
Dear Angela,
I'm a reasonably attractive, smart, ambitious, fun, interesting woman. It's not like no one would ever date me. But my life is busy. So for the last six months, I've had a sexual relationship with my best male friend. I'm not interested in a relationship (he isn't, either). And usually, I feel pretty okay about the whole thing. But lately, little bits of guilt have been creeping their way into my head. I think about the fact that I'm turning what could be the most beautiful thing on earth into nothing more than a diversion, and I feel bad. I like to think I'm a modern, feminist woman, but I just can't shake this guilt. What do you think?
Dear If,
I think you should do whatever you want to do. More complicated than it sounds, yes. But here's the deal with this, and listen closely ladies of the world, because I'm talking to all of you: It's your pussy. So you don't have time for a relationship right now but still want sex. So what? Sex drive is human-if you didn't have one, that would be something to worry about. The idea that it's only okay for women to have sex within the confines of a long-term relationship is just the belief of some people. As for the ""most beautiful thing in the world"" garbage, I've always thought of sex in a similar way to how I view food-sometimes you have a fancy three-course meal, and sometimes you eat the leftover pizza. Sometimes sex is beautiful, yes. But sometimes it's just fun, and I don't see why you should feel bad about that. There's nothing wrong with sex-it's a celebration of the wonder of the human body, and that's definitely a beautiful thing in and of itself. As long as no one's getting hurt in the process, it's none of our collective beeswax what you do with your body. End of story.
Dear Angela,
My boyfriend and I have a pretty good sex life and a great relationship. One night last week during sex, out of curiosity I asked my boyfriend to pee on me. He did, and I liked it at the time, but now I feel all creepy about it, like I did something wrong. He keeps telling me to just get over it, but I have this weird feeling that I'm a different kind of person than I thought I was. I don't know what to do. Help!
Dear Golden,
Get over it, already. People have been peeing on other people as long as there's been pee. So you get off on golden showers. Big deal. Your boyfriend doesn't seem bothered by it. Don't want to do it again? Don't do it again. But here's the thing that gets me-""one night,"" out of the blue, you get the idea that you'd like to be peed on? Chances are, you've been thinking about this for a long time. And so what? As far as you being a ""different kind of person"" than you thought you were: Anyone who's the kind of person to give new things a shot, have a little fun. It seems okay to me. So you like to make some excitement in bed and have a partner who's kind and loving enough to indulge your whims. We should all be so lucky.
