April 20, 2011

My wife and I have been married for a few years and are expecting our first child. I’m really into the idea of being sprayed with my wife’s breast milk. The other night, she was fretting about when her boobs are going to start leaking. This seemed like a good time to bring it up, so I told her about my newly discovered lactation fetish. She freaked out—her comments were along the lines of “Gross!” and “That’s not what that’s for!” This is something I’d really like to explore, but I don’t know how to reapproach the subject.
Man Into Lactation Kink

Not all pregnant women, however thrilled they are about having children, are excited about—much less excited by—the physical changes that come with pregnancy. So you might wanna keep your mouth shut until your wife has some time to get comfortable with her new boobs, MILK, and their new milk-producing superpowers.

Once the kid is out and the milk is in and your wife has fully recovered from the birth experience and you start fucking again… you should probably keep keeping your mouth shut. The wife won’t have forgotten that conversation, I promise you, and if she comes to see her breast milk as a bodily fluid like so many others, i.e., one of those fluids that adults sometimes share during sex, perhaps she’ll warm to breast-milk splatter play.

But don’t take my word for it, MILK.

“Before I had a baby,” said a new mother I shared your letter with, “I would’ve had the same reaction—gross! I would’ve wondered if my husband has unresolved mother issues. The idea of sexualizing a bodily secretion that’s designed solely for my infant? That seems a bit taboo. But now that I’ve had a baby, my reaction would be somewhat different.”

How so?

“It can be a challenge to feel intimate after childbirth and as sleep-deprived new parents,” said the new mom. “So I’d perhaps shrug and summon my new mom mantra: whatever works.”

I think you should do it—and you knew I would think you should do it, which leads me to believe that you wanna do it, otherwise you would’ve written to any one of the hundreds of don’t-do-it advice columnists out there. (Prudie would’ve made some great ass-fucking puns, but almost certainly would’ve told you not to do it.)

Office affairs can get messy—but the messes are likelier when the romantic stakes are high. There are no romantic stakes here, IBS, and as long as you’re both mature enough to separate your work relationship from your strap-on relationship, I don’t see why you shouldn’t satisfy your curiosity, theirs, and mine. (I’m curious what their height has to do with anything.)

As for your fears and insecurities: Tell the boys in advance that dicks scare you, let them know there might be some nervous laughter, and remind them before you start not to point those things at you. Then enjoy, take pics, and send a full report—my readers are going to want to know how it went.

No, CSE, it does not. People should be understanding, indulgent, and GGG—“good, giving, and game”—and a partner’s reasonable fetishes, kinks, and quirks should be accommodated. A thing for feet or cross-dressing or bondage? Totally reasonable! Accommodate away! A thing for shit or animals or seitan? Unfuckingreasonable.

It’s wonderful—I suppose—that your boyfriend felt safe enough with you to share this info, and he’s probably thrilled that you didn’t, er, dump him on the spot. (Prudie could’ve come up with something better.) But the Internet was invented expressly to remove guys like your boyfriend from the dating pool. Kink personal sites make it possible for people with unreasonable fetishes to find partners who share their unreasonable fetishes. That you’re still seeing him, and calling him a gentleman, is the best he could hope for from someone he didn’t meet on a shit and/or seitan fetish website.

Or maybe you’re straight.

Lots of straight men like to look at cock, COLD, which is why there’s so much cock on display in porn created by and for heterosexual men. Straight men can identify with those hard cocks and live vicariously through them. But very few straight guys—no truly straight guys, many straight guys would argue—make the leap from admiring and/or being vicariously aroused by cock to actually sitting on one and/or finding other men attractive.

Accept that you’re straight, COLD, pursue the women you’re attracted to, and stay the hell away from heterophobic post-gender/postmodern/pan-sexual cultural-studies majors whose immaturity, self-loathing, and anger all manifest in a refusal to accept that a good guy can also be a straight guy.