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It is important for our community that we re-elect Pete Sorenson as Lane County commissioner. There is no other candidate who has Pete’s experience or his knowledge or will hold to those core values that are central to the long-term health and well being of our community.

I am a straight 29-year-old guy and I’ve been into ball busting — having my balls kicked and stomped — since I was 14. The fucked-up thing is, I only enjoy getting my balls busted by other guys. I’ve been hit in the balls by girls, and it doesn’t do anything for me. I thought I might be bisexual, since I want guys to kick me in the balls, but I don’t get turned on by the idea of sucking cock or getting fucked by a guy. Only ball busting with a guy turns me on.

We each have our own perch from which we watch the political season play out. These days I’m just a rural geezer down here southeast of Cottage Grove.

Is it possible for a hookup to turn into a relationship?

Hoping One Person Enters


A hookup is a relationship, HOPE. It may be a short-term relationship, but it’s a relationship regardless.

What the bleep? Oh, a Skype from the Preacher. 

If you can’t enjoy Waldo Lake without a motor on your boat, you’ve been sitting too close to the exhaust. Besides, why even go there? The nearest mall is more than 60 miles away.

You’d think any big grocery store in a city the size of Eugene, especially a store founded by a Jew like Fred Meyer, would stock plenty of kosher-for-Passover Passover food during Passover. You’d think.

I’m gay and a junior in high school, and I’ve had a boyfriend for a year. (He’s one year older than me, Dan, so relax!) We are out to our parents and everyone is supportive. We are not bullied or suicidal or using drugs. But we are frustrated! We had sex education in our schools, but they didn’t cover gay sex. (Big surprise!) I tried to talk to my mom about gay sex, and all she said was “please use condoms.” We tried and we used condoms, but I think we must be doing something wrong because we can’t do it.

I suppose it makes a kind of desperate sense to think about stepping up logging again on the BLM’s O&C lands.

My fiancé and I have been together for six years. We’re both 27. About a year ago, he admitted to me that he is bi—which I was surprised about. I told him that I was bi-curious. We have had talks about meeting with other couples. I am very insecure. I have been with very few men and no women (beyond kissing). Today, he told me that a few weeks ago he signed us up on a personals website and posted a picture of me naked from the waist down on the site. I was shocked and upset. I have NEVER posted nude pics of myself anywhere! I felt this was a violation of my privacy.

It is rumored that after Justice Scalia suggested a government which can require you to buy health insurance can also force you to buy broccoli, Fox News offered him a job as a news commentator.

When the snowstorm blew in on March 21, it was deja vu all over again. I wanted to gather specimens for my annual moss class and I was stuck inside.

Dear Eugene: You can’t say I didn’t try. Or that I didn’t give you a second — or third, or fourth — chance.

Those who deny that human activity is the cause of climate change are right. The real culprits are the dinosaurs who squatted in Texas ages ago. 

I have an awesome relationship with an awesome guy. He loves me and takes care of me. I’m GGG and he’s vanilla. I only draw the line at poop, animals, and children. But he’s never asked me for anything other than vanilla sex. Which is why I don’t know what to do. I went downstairs late the other night, and he was sitting on the couch masturbating while stroking the cat, which was sitting on his chest. The cat was sitting ON him, Dan, WHILE he was yanking himself. I don’t know if he saw me. I went right back upstairs and went to bed. In the morning, he acted like nothing happened.

I am the father of a recently out 18-year-old gay boy. Here’s the problem: My son is in a relationship with a 31-year-old guy. I’m not okay with that. Yes, my son is a legal adult at 18 and can make his own decisions, but he’s also still in high school. His mother argues that in order to be supportive, we can’t object to this relationship. I don’t think this is a gay versus straight objection. If I had an 18-year-old heterosexual daughter who was in a relationship with a 31-year-old man, I would have exactly the same concerns and objections.

Let’s begin with the word “disingenuous.” Disingenuous means insincere, devious or false. Isn’t this really the description of the Eugene Budget Committee position “that they remain ‘animal friendly’ but merely want to provide animal services by a cheaper model.” The facts of the matter appear as follows.

I was recently advised to begin reading your column by my therapist. I am a 21-year-old male and a senior at an Ivy League school. Despite my academic success, I’ve battled a lot of stuff in the past few years: anxiety, depression, substance abuse, and porn addiction. It’s quite a load of shit to try to wade through, but I honestly feel I’m getting better.

I was having my favorite drug of choice, dark roast Sumatra, with a man I’ll call The Preacher.

Why is it that someone who blasts the top off of a bluff to recover the rock — in the process sending noise and dust onto his neighbor’s property — is called a developer and is applauded, while someone who touches a planter on another’s property with her foot is called a trespasser and is arrested?

I’ve been avoiding telling this story. First off, I’m not sure I can even say “butt hole” in print. 

Thank you for your advocacy of monogamishy. (Monogamishness?) When I fell in love with my gloriously kinky and GGG wife several years ago, we were honest about our sexual desires—vast and wide-ranging—and we negotiated an arrangement that works for us. We encourage each other’s outside crushes, and we both just want to be present while one of us is banging that outside crush. Your column gave us the tools we needed to talk with other potentially kinky folks. Thanks!

The developer of a proposed downtown apartment complex thinks he can keep the 1,200 students — living in connected five-story buildings in which alcohol and partying are allowed — from turning the whole place into the Mother of all Animal Houses. He must be planning to lease only to students who are members of AARP.