Confidential to Millennial Anxiety: Think about it: DNA samples can be taken from hair, saliva, gum scrapings, fatty tissue -- just about anything your body is made up of or produces. So even if Bill Clinton had had a vasectomy, there would still have been enough DNA on Monica Lewinsky's blue dress for Ken Starr's purposes.
Confidential to Mute Pussy: I got a lot of offers from men interested in tying you up, no sex expected or required. If you want me to forward these letters to you, send an SASE.
Confidential to Nora Ephron: OK, so Meg Ryan's character in You've Got Mail owns an independent bookstore threatened by a huge soulless chain owned by Tom Hanks' character. Meg bemoans the homogenization of American culture, fretting that American cities are losing their character and texture as predatory corporate chains wipe out human-scale, mom-and-pop businesses. But if that's how Meg feels -- or Meg's character -- why does she get her coffee every morning at Starbucks? And why is AOL her Internet service provider?
Confidential to Chunky: If that was her "period" you swallowed, you can certainly "get sick off it." That's blood, and swallowing someone's blood is a pretty good way to catch whatever they have, from HIV to hepatitis.
Confidential to Gay Men in Vancouver, B.C., Especially Gay Men at the Dufferin: Unless you're plucking your eyebrows to break one freakishly large eyebrow into two reasonably functional ones, there is no excuse to pluck your eyebrows. None.
Confidential to Gay Men Everywhere Else: Give drag a rest. All fields need to lie fallow from time to time, and considering how fatally we've overfarmed drag in the last few years, we need to give it a rest or we risk killing it.
Confidential to Wondering: Nipple stimulation can make your nipples tougher and more prominent -- depending on how you're stimulating them, and what with. But nipple stimulation doesn't make "male breasts develop." Certain diseases and disorders can cause men's breasts to swell, however. If you're concerned about your brother's comments, go see a doc.
Confidential to Larry Flynt: Whatever terrible things you may have done in your long life -- the photo of a woman in a meat grinder, the born-again Christian porn, the Tiffany lamp collection -- nailing Speaker-to-Be Bob Livingston for being a philandering, adulterous hypocrite redeems you entirely.
Confidential to Henry Hyde: I'm putting $10 a week in a savings account. When you're up for re-election in 2000, I'm giving half to any Republican who'll challenge your slimy ass in the primary, and half to the Democrat who runs against you in the general.
Confidential to Missing His Action: However good-looking he is, however great in bed he may be, however lovely his tits are, you would be an idiot to take him back. He lied about his background, his job, and his education, he took your money, and he gave you an STD. The guy's a manipulative loser who gets through life on his looks. He chose you because you are, as you put it, "so out of his league, far beneath him looks-wise." If you were his equal, you wouldn't be so easily manipulated. You're much better off with a dumpy boyfriend who loves you over a looker who doesn't. Have a farewell fuck (without telling him that's what it is), take a lot of pictures, and masturbate to his memory until someone better, if dumpier, comes along.
Confidential to Straight Couples on Fertility Drugs: If you can't hack "selective reduction," put down the goddamn fertility drugs! Adopt, or live without. If I see one more "Octuplet Update," or listen to one more criminally irresponsible mom and dad claim they couldn't abort a few fetuses because "only God can make that decision," I'm gonna have a stroke. If it were up to God, you wouldn't have kids: God made you sterile. And a note to the media: The abuse of fertility drugs doesn't merit the kind of awe-struck, miracle-of-birth, we're-rooting-for-them-tiny-babies-as-they-fight-for-life coverage lavished on the Houston octuplets. You don't fawn over heroin users and crystal meth addicts, do you? Well, don't make human-interest heroes of men and women who abuse fertility drugs.
Confidential to Shoe Me the Way: You might be able to persuade her to indulge you by leading her through a cost-benefit analysis: Putting on other women's old shoes doesn't cost her much in time and effort, and she stands to gain quite a bit in passion and "wild love making." Wearing her daughter's shoes, however, may make her feel creepy. Obtain some sexy old footwear from outside her family and your luck may change.
Confidential to Whom It May Concern: Could someone explain to me the connection between roller rinks and Christianity? Whenever my boyfriend and I are in a small town, we like to go roller skating for the Xanadu of it. In addition to Celine Dion, invariably we're subjected to Christian contemporary music, and there's always "What Would Jesus Do?" merchandise for sale at the concession stand. I don't get it. When I was 12 years old (in 1976) and hanging out in roller rinks, they were for bad kids: stoners and rockers with tight jeans, bad attitudes, and feathered hair. Jesus-freakazoid kids, when they did venture in, had the crap kicked out them. What happened?