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My partner and I have the most wonderful relationship. We are very in love, our sex life is amazing, we try everything, we love it all, etc., etc. I respect and love everything about his body; problem is I can't swallow. I've tried and it freaks me out. I don't like the taste of come! I want to like it and I know it would make him extremely happy if I would suck and swallow. What can I do to retrain myself? Yeah, I've had bad experiences with men in the past. Do I need hypnotism? Could my partner change his diet to change the smell and taste of his love loads? I want to get him off!

Not Wanting to Gag

For the millionth time, the smell and taste of our bodily fluids are largely determined by what we ingest. If all your boyfriend drinks is coffee and beer, if all he does all day is smoke cigs and snort crystal, if he eats nothing but bacon and blue cheese burgers, then everything he excretes is gonna smell and taste vile. He can sweeten his love loads by drinking plenty of water, avoiding nicotine, caffeine, and alcohol, and eating bushels of fresh fruits and vegetables (except, of course, for the dreaded asparagus).

However, no matter how bland his diet or pure his intentions, your boyfriend's love loads are always going to taste an awful lot like come. Come is definitely an acquired taste, but acquiring tastes is one of those things that sets adults apart from children and other lower life forms. Adults learn to like raw oysters or black coffee or sashimi by forcing ourselves to put the shit in our mouths and swallow it. So, like, you're an adult, right? Acquire the taste.

I am a 22-year-old Chinese male who for the last seven years was concerned with the size of my penis. I went to an all-boys boarding school for four years and heard comments from individuals who assumed that I have a small penis purely because Chinese men are smaller.

Recently I realized that measuring manhood based on my penis size is misleading. My revelation began when my girlfriend told me my penis was bigger than white guys' she'd dated in the past. Before meeting my girlfriend, I did not date for four years out of fear that my penis would not satisfy any of the women I was interested in. I'm not a bad-looking guy. In fact, when you, Dan Savage, were in Halifax, Nova Scotia, last summer to speak, you commented on my ass while I was working as a rickshaw runner.

This leads to my question: WHERE DID THE STEREOTYPE THAT CHINESE MEN HAVE SMALLER PENISES COME FROM?

Chinese Warrior

Knowing how sensitive people are to the separate and distinct issues of cock size and racial differences, I fear offending everyone by addressing the intersection of these two hot-button issues. But I will say this: The biggest ones I've seen were on black guys in locker rooms and the smallest ones I've seen were on white guys in bedrooms. Where did the stereotype about Chinese men having small cocks come from? I don't know, but clearly I didn't get it rolling.

By the way, CW, you're still misleading yourself about dick size. Only when your girlfriend revealed you were bigger than some white guys she's dated did you stop worrying about the size of your dick. So you're still "measuring manhood based on my penis size," really. You became secure in your manhood when you realized you were big enough -- bigger than some white guys -- and not when you realized dick size doesn't matter. And finally, if you're concerned about Chinese stereotypes, why were you pulling a rickshaw around Halifax?

In response to "Film Guy," who wanted to know where to get some dirty pictures developed [April 7], "Joe" recommended he take his film to a store that ships film to a "huge" photo lab, where everything is totally automated, and no one ever looks at the pictures. I work in a huge photo lab and I can tell you that Joe doesn't know what he's talking about. We use the same equipment as one-hour places. When the pictures come out of the "totally automated" machine, a human being picks them up, flips through them to check for dust marks, color quality, etc., and then makes sure they go into the correct person's envelope.

Most of us have seen enough nudie pics that they aren't a huge deal. We are constantly entertained by the guys who take pictures looking down at their own genitals. What's the deal? Can't these guys look at their dicks whenever they want? Why record them on film?

Lab Boy

Various studies have shown that men, gay and straight, are aroused by the sight of their own cocks. Since guys can't look down at their own genitals whenever and wherever we want to, a few wallet-sized photos can come in very handy at church or work.

You recommended Wal-Mart to "Film Guy" as a possible source of discreet film processing [April 7]. I had an experience with Wal-Mart recently that contradicts your advice. I took a Caribbean vacation and took three pictures of some women on the beach who took their tops off. When I returned home, I dropped my film off at the local Wal-Mart. When I flipped through the results, I discovered that those particular pics were missing. Upon confronting the staff, I was told my pictures were deemed too offensive to print. No explanation was offered until I asked. There was no disclaimer anywhere in their store and they offered no apology. A letter sent to them went unanswered. I wouldn't recommend "Film Guy" take his film anywhere within sniffing distance of a Wal-Mart. I did some research and discovered I could have taken my pictures pretty much anywhere else. I would give your readers two bits of advice: Be honest and describe the contents of the roll before dropping it off. Secondly, find a photo shop that caters to photography students and artists. They are more likely to be open-minded about nudity.

Wiser About Wal-Mart

Dozens of people wrote in complaining about Wal-Mart censoring their pictures. My calls to Wal-Mart were unreturned, leaving no option but to conduct some research of my own. I stuck my tongue in my boyfriend's mouth, took some pictures, and sent the film to a Wal-Mart in Dallas for processing. Then I stuck my tongue in the mouth of my sister, took some pictures, and sent the film to a Wal-Mart near Milwaukee for processing. When I get my photos back, I'll let my readers know what Wal-Mart finds more objectionable: homosexuality or incest.

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