Dan Savage (41:31)
34, I say from my current vantage point, is so young. You have plenty of time. You have decades to meet new people, to find a new partner, to find a decent, loving, kind, generous male partner. Some man who deserves you, who wants to have kids and a family and isn't violent. They're out there. Those good guys are out there. And absolutely you should leave a man who is violent. It can be scary to be 30 something, early 30s. And we're going to round you down to early 30s because from my vantage point, 34 sounds like early 30s. Still scary to be early 30s and single again. I was in a relationship and it lasted a year and it was a total shit show and broke up and I was 30 and I just thought, yeah, maybe I can't do this thing. And three months later I turned around and met Terry in a bar. You just don't know who you're going to run into when you start moving through the world again free of the encumbrance that is not just your shitty soon to be ex husband, but the zap on your head that is the way you were brought up. What you were taught to believe about sex and relationships and desire by your Catholic family, Catholic parents, nuns, if you're. You had any significant exposure to nuns in childhood. I had a lot of exposure to nuns in childhood. Everyone who wasn't in a relationship had never been in a relationship. All these priests and nuns, boy did they have opinions about how relationships ought to work. And I had to let all that go and I did and I'm better for it. And you get to let all that go now. You could think of it as a lovely parting gift. As you leave this relationship, this opportunity, you have to let go of the bullshit that you were told about how relationships should work and what a good Catholic woman is and does and what's expected of her. I let go of the expectations of what a good Catholic boy is does and what's expected of him when I was a teenager. You need to let it go now. And if I could do it as a teenager on the north side of Chicago in the early 80s, you can certain do it now. It's a 34 year old grown ass adult woman in 2026. It's scary. It's a little like coming out, getting a divorce. It's a little like coming out where all the bad comes immediately you come out. You tell your parents you're gay, you tell your friends you're gay, you lose friends, you're estranged from your family, people have lost jobs, people have had to move. It's not as bad now as it used to be, but individual results may vary and it can still be really terrible. And I'm often telling people who are coming out to brace themselves that it's gonna be a shit show and all the bad lands on you all at once like a piano falling on you or 2,000 pounds of shit. And it might feel in that moment like it wasn't worth it because all this grief and then a couple years later, you've made some friends, you've had some relationships. If you're gay and you came out, you've sucked some dick, maybe you've gotten your heart broken, maybe you've fallen in love. And then you look back and you think, okay, it was worth it. It was worth having that piano fall on me. It was worth the price that I paid to be myself. And I feel like the same will happen for you a couple of years from now, as awful it is now. Right now you're getting a divorce. Right now you're getting this awful man out of your life. You're having to tell your family you're getting divorced. You feel like you're losing face. Maybe you're getting guilt tripped by your still Catholic parents about what you're doing and being encouraged to stay and try and make it work with this violent man. And you're going to push back against all of that, all of those expectations, and you're going to say no. And you're going to come out and get the fuck divorced. You're going to get out of this marriage and get divorced, and it's going to be awful. And then two, three years from now, there's going to be new people in your life. You dig in your mouth, be like me when I was 18 years old, and you're going to think, well, if I hadn't gone through that, if I hadn't have went and stood under the falling piano or the £2,000 of shit, I wouldn't have all these wonderful new things in my life, new people in my life. I wouldn't have had these amazing experiences, gone places, done things, done people, been done by people, if I hadn't have kicked down the closet door. And for you, it's going to be kicked down not quite a closet, but the cage door, the prison that you're in, the prison of the expectations of the faith in which you were raised and the kind of woman that you thought you had to be. There's the kind of guy I thought I had to be when I was 15 years old and I realized I didn't have to be that kind of guy. And you don't have to be that kind of girl. You don't have to be that Catholic girl. You get to be you. Good luck. This is the worst part, the hardest part. And it will, if I may coin, slash revive a phrase here, it will get better. All right, time for the listener feedback portion of the show. First up, a couple of comments listeners left in the comment thread about last week's show. If you remember, last week I asked listeners to please jump into the comments and share some upbeat, positive stories about sex and the good it did in their lives to balance out all the downbeat negative stories about sex dominating the news. And you guys delivered. Here are my two faves says Vithoki, 90 I was married for 27 years to my college sweetheart. I was his first, he was my second. And the sex never got any better. It was painful due to, as I now know, the complete lack of foreplay. I never once came with him. The first time I had sex that included oral as foreplay, I came during PIV and my mind was blown. So I started saying yes. Yes to being a unicorn, yes to play parties, yes to being part of an orgy. And now for the past year, I've been in an amazing relationship with a man 11 years my junior who is open to everything. Threesome sex parties, even pegging divorcing me was the best thing my ex husband ever did for me. Thank you for sharing. Bethoki, 90 and I'm just gonna say it. Age gap relationships are good actually says onwards. 47 year old woman in a sexless marriage. For 19 years I thought that part of my life was over. Then one day a new guy was hired at my job. The chemistry was immediate, we flirted and eventually I wound up at his house drinking a glass of wine while he played Bob Clock on the piano. Then he stopped, turned, looked at me and said, I can't stop thinking about you. My heart nearly burst. We kissed, we had sex, and then on the way home, Spotify randomly played Happy by Pharrell Williams, a song I never listened to before I turned it all the way up. For the last five years, that guy from work has been my fwb. Workplace romances, I'll just say it, are good and actually more positive stories about sex in that comment thread on last week's show and lots of criticism for my response to the caller whose friend was giving a blowjob to a guy that she really wasn't that into for 45 long ass minutes. And that blowjob ended with that guy pissing in the mouth of the caller's friend. If you didn't like my advice for that caller, you'll find plenty of people who agree with you in the comment thread. As ever, if You've got something to say about something I said on the show, go to Savage Love and say it in the comment thread. And now, Savage Love listeners who left voicemails on our answering machine about last week's show get to have, as they always do, the last word on this week's show.