Dear Sasha: Do you know about the Ooh La La prostate stimulator? It’s advertised as a gay massager and stimulator but it’s very expensive. This could either mean it really works and is well built, or it’s a giant rip-off. One of the sites where you can find it is www.ooh-la-la.com/products/ooh-la-la_prostate_stimulator.php. » T. Thumb

Dear Mr. Thumb,
I haven’t had an opportunity to try the Ooh La La prostate stimulator myself. Sadly, at the moment I don’t have swift and personal access to a prostate gland. I would, however, be wary of any company that advertises a prostate stimulator specifically to a gay market, for a few reasons. The inflated price may not speak to the quality of the item, but rather, its target market: gay men with double male incomes. Rich fags, in other words. In my experience, companies this canny about a monied demographic are to be questioned. And really, who in this day and age thinks it’s a healthy idea to alienate straight men from their assholes?

The company rep said the price reflects the research that went into the Ooh La La, another cost inflator that’s a red flag for me, and the details of which are not included on the official site. Having tested expensive sexual products that had science as their sponsor with mixed results, I am not always convinced that this is a fair or valid reason for such a dear price tag. However, I’ll be receiving more detailed information from the company within the week, and will let you know if their disclosure leads me to a whole new perspective.

If you’re interested in exploring your prostate potential, there are several less expensive yet excellent toys you can try. Come As You Are (www.comeasyouare.com) carries a vibrating silicone prostate stimulator called the Raspberry Kiss at around 50 bucks, as well as the Aneros, which doesn’t vibrate but about which people are apparently wild, at around 60 bucks.

Dear Sasha: I recently hooked up with a woman I’d had my eye on for a couple of months and we had a wicked night of wicked sex. Before this goes any further, something needs to be done about her body odour. There are no two ways about it: this woman reeks. I had noticed it before, but thought it to be the result of a night of high-spirited dancing. I have no way of bringing this up without hurting her feelings or looking like a fussy asshole, and I need some advice. The thing that shocks me is she mentioned in an earlier conversation that she had worked in the sex trade, in which capacity I don’t know, but I was amazed that someone who smelled this way got any repeat clients. » Smell Hell

Dear Smell,
It’s truly remarkable how revolting people can smell and not even know it, or think that because it’s “natural,” everyone and their hysterical stink issues should just fuck off. But seriously, if you walked around shouting as obnoxiously as some people smell, you’d be seen as a menace.

Telling someone that foul body odour is effectively rotting bacteria, which never smells good to humans, is one direct approach. But honestly, I have no subtle and reliable answer for you, and I even went to a long-time etiquette expert for some thoughts, of which she had few.

I myself simply avoid the stinky, often because what accompany their aroma are tedious philosophies about oppression and ridiculous social expectations. News flash: deodorant has been around for thousands of years, so in other words, people who lived in way less manufactured circumstances than we do also saw its benefits.

What I will do is a shout out to folks who have been told that they don’t smell too fine. Has anyone told you so in a way that made you take hygiene a little more seriously? Do you know you smell but you just don’t care? Are there syndromes, diseases or conditions that the insensitive should be aware of that contribute to your foul state? Keep in mind we’re talking about retching, not fetching odour here. I am currently assembling prizes for the best and most helpful responses, to be given out in a few weeks.

As for the lady’s job in the sex trade, well, Smell Hell, check out some of the fetish letters I receive. No doubt there are some folks out there who lose their shit for a rank armpit in their mouth.

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