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To be honest, I had hoped that the Voice hit rock bottom with the hard-hitting article on candy addiction, or perhaps with the inexplicable ongoing inclusion of those ridiculously dull Married, Not Dead pieces, and that it might soon return to being the must-read publication that I remember. No such luck. Unfortunately, with Mara Altman's "Something in the Way He Moves" [February 1420], I've got to admit that I'm tired of waiting for the paper to come around. As a guy in my late thirties with cerebral palsy, I'm wondering what the point of the article was. Altman claims that Larry wants lovethen goes on (for what seems like hours) as the various supposed shortcomings of his many conquests are documented? Give me a break. You'll convince me that George W. Bush is a genius long before you'll convince me that the whole article wasn't intended to be one long pity party. So longI'll get my Tristan Taormino and Dan Savage fixes elsewhere from now on.
Robert (via e-mail)
Altman's article is disgusting and pitiful. She has no shame in portraying her subject as nothing more than some crippled freak getting his freak on. The non-disabled community can pity poor Larry while simultaneously indulging its morbid curiosity about how people like him find love when they are obviously unlovable. At least we can all have a giggle about how "they" do it. Articles like these reflect the everyday prejudices and attitudes of those of you who are glad that you are not a member of the disabled community. Larry may be a creep who is clueless about what real love is, but the last time I looked around, his problem is not exclusive. As a woman with cerebral palsy who at one time dated more non-disabled men than disabled ones, I found
that low self-esteem is non-discriminatory, even for you non-disabled folks. The everyday grind of having to fight people's negative perceptions of you is what really screws with you. It's a good thing that I, along with other advocates from the disabled community, have the energy to continue to fight and to work with those of you who just don't get it.
What were Altman and the editors at the Voice thinking by publishing this peculiarly written personal ad for Larry Seiler? Did they think that announcing in the headline that Larry doesn't want your pity would cancel out every attempt by the writer to evoke it? There's a real person there, but I couldn't find him in this piece. Appalling.
President, Disability/Arts, Manhattan
This article made me sick to my stomach. Not only is it poorly written and lacking direction, but it belittles an innocent and defenseless man. Exploiting someone's physical disability, learning disability, and inability to judge others' intentions on issues of sex and relationships is nothing short of mean. Not only did Altman go into seemingly pointless aspects of Larry's obsession with sex, including his personal performance (do we need to know that, on top of every other obstacle he faces, Larry has a small penis?), but she also glorifies his habit of degrading women by referring to them in terms of food. Altman's portrayal of Larry is one of a slutty, sex-obsessed womanizer who has now come to the conclusion that putting a woman's life in danger is worth having children to carry on his legacy. I fail to see the point of the article. Was it to shock, to horrify, or to amuse? Whatever the intention, the result is the feeling that the author is a bully who took advantage of Larry and got rewarded with a feature story. And Larry would be well advised to spend his Social Security checks on a therapist rather than strip clubs.
FIRE IN THE HOLE
Tristan Taormino's "Dangerous Dildo Part 1" [Hot Spot, February 713] finally answered a question that has bugged me for nearly seven years: It was the phthalates that caused the burning sensation. This same thing happened to me. I used a toy that I hadn't used for a while, and on insertion I felt a hot burn, so I immediately removed the toy and threw it away. I wondered what caused the sensationnow I know. What should be done about the nasty side effects of this necessary chemical? Perhaps there are formulations of phthalates that are more stable and safer for our environment. Should we put expiration dates on our toys?
San Diego, California