Savage Love Extra: Savage Love readers respond to pubes on toilet seats and semen on toothbrushes

The guy who puts semen on his friends' toothbrushes is committing sexual assault. No one should be forced or tricked into coming in contact with another's semen. Once, in college, while perusing a campus online discussion forum, I came across a posting from a woman who said her male friend had revealed to her that he planned to sneak into a women's restroom on campus and put his semen on the toilet paper in all the stalls. She wanted to know what to do about it. Replies were varied, but the general sentiment seemed to be that his plan was gross and disrespectful, but not dangerous because sperm and possible STDs wouldn't stay alive long enough to impregnate or infect anyone. To me, that is beside the point. His plan was to commit sexual assault on numerous women by finding a way to get his semen on their genitals without their consent or knowledge. Most people on the forum advised her to talk the perv out of it, but no one said "Call the police if he goes through with it." The photo in your legal pad and the pubes on the toilet seat are not as bad, because those people didn't physically impose their bodily fluids on anyone, but it's still wrong to force others to deal with their sexual items just for the fun of it. A fetish or kink must be limited to actions that don't involve non-consenting and/or unknowing participants.
Pervs Should Respect Others' Rights

I just wanted to comment on your reaction to Puzzled By Pubes, the gay guy whose straight friend leaves a single pube on the toilet seat every time he visits… for years on end.

I have a fairly bizarre sense of humor, and was inspired by this! I think a far simpler, but equally likely possibility, is that the shedding visitor is just having an innocent giggle.

As a kid, we had a family friend who would always use the toilet adjacent to the dining room while everyone was eating (an unfortunate layout in that San Francisco apartment, but it was in a great school district!). He must have prepared a pitcher of water in advance for his obscure little prank, because he would take these impossibly long and audible pisses—so long, in fact, that conversation at the dinner table would cease and everyone would silently marvel at the profundity of his passing water. He would emerge, nonchalant as you like, and return to dinner. No one ever questioned it—not the best dinner topic for mature adults—but I thought it was a fucking riot, and I've used it in my repertoire of stupid tricks ever since. While I won't use this particular one, I can relate. And I reckon there is nothing sexual about the guy's leftover pubes.
Just Joking In The John

I was subjected recently to a much worse case of hairrorism than Puzzled By Pubes. I opened a letter about two weeks ago. The envelope had a return address (which I didn't recognize), but no name. Inside was a single folded-up piece of notebook paper with "Fuck You" written across it. When I unfolded the piece of paper, a nice little ball of short, black hairs fell out—onto my pillow, by the way, since I was opening the letter over my bed by some awful chance. Inside the paper, it said, "Yeah, that's taint hair!"