As a scientist who studies water cycling on this planet, I would suggest that your answer to PISS's query regarding the consumption of of your urine, which ran in this week's column, may have been a tad inaccurate. It is likely that at least a little bit of water that was once in your body has since evaporated and been partially transported to a watershed in which the fetishist in question inhabits, especially as Minneapolis is often downwind of Seattle. Indeed the real question is how to avoid drinking other people's piss: the answer to that is simple only drink water that has been in a confined aquifer, or under a large ice sheet such as Antarctica or Greenland. May this enlighten rather than ruin your day.

Pee Haitch Dee

I don't have much to add, and this isn't really a question anyway, and I'm reeling from the news that we are all—every last one of us—piss-guzzling piss freaks who drink piss. (Some of us get closer to the tap than others, of course, but still!) But this is definitely the letter of the day.

A couple of other responses from readers... after the jump...

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Dan, I have to thank you. I’ve just gone through a divorce, and the failure of the relationship was entirely my fault. Before I discovered your column, I was under the impression that our marriage failed because of the actions and beliefs of both parties involved. After reading your articles, I now realize that every bad decision my wife made could be directly attributed to my unending and bottomless assholery. I was emotionally abusive, I withheld sex, I treated her like she was worthless. Since then, I’ve been reading through your archives, and every time I encountered a question that sounded like that person was in a relationship with someone like me, your advice was always the same: “DTMFA. Get out while you’ve still got your sanity.” If I had read your words five years ago, perhaps I could have saved my marriage… but probably not. I had my head too far up my own ass to ever take someone else’s advice. I just want you to know that your words have made a powerful impression on me. You are doing vitally necessary work. I hope you print this for all the assholes out there who might be reading and just don’t realize what gaping assholes they really are yet. My advice to them: you don’t have to keep acting this way. And for fuck sakes, get therapy.

A Serious Superdouche, Hopefully Over Lacking Empathy

You're welcome, ASSHOLE, and I'm glad my column helped you out—and good luck with your next LTR.

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Your response to the 31-year-old gay man with drug & sex issues was so off base that I am offended by it. First of all, do you really think that he needs dating advise? Perhaps he needs real help with addiction. Can he get that from someone with no idea what his situation is really like? There are plenty of resources that you could have directed him towards that might help with his possible drug and sexual addictions. He didn't need a lecture from you. Your reply has left me with a very bad feeling about your ability to respond to basic problems of addiction in all its various forms. Based on your answer, Dan, I WOULDN'T DATE YOU!!!

Unsigned Angry Email

The guy asked me for dating advice, UAE, so I gave him dating advice. He also indicated that it had been a year since his last meth-and-cock binge. Presumably he already knows where to get help with his addiction issues as he already seems to have gotten help with them, cock-and-meth relapse notwithstanding. But thanks for the FEEDBACK!!!

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This email is in response to the girl in Episode 413 of the "Savage Lovecast" who was wondering whether she should go to Europe to bone the hottie Frenchman. (I would call but i hate phones!) That's a giant FUCK YES and your advice was spot on. Senior year of college, about a month before graduation, I hooked up with a guy because my friend and I had a bet we could both make out with him before graduating. (She got to him first!) We said I love you way too soon (actually, he did and then I felt relieved that I wasn't the psycho who said it first after only eight weeks), we got through two years of the long-distance thing, and now live in the same city. We are about to hit six years together and things are pretty fucking awesome if I say so myself! In short, to the caller, I say: TAKE THE RISK. Also, anyone who has time and financial flexibility to spontaneously go to Europe should just do it regardless of the hot Frenchmen on the other side!

Love the show, Dan! Thanks for all your wisdom.

Dating's Always Risky, Everybody

Thanks for sharing, DARE!