Dear Playboy Advisor,
My boyrfriend Shoo seems like the most miserable person on the planet. I try giving him handies, but he just sits there and cries. When we make love, he is distant and mumbles incoherent things about Antonin Scalia and fascist neocons. The only time he ever seems quiet and content is when we have our friends RJ and BKF over for group sex and he gets to fellate them. At that moment, he is like a babe at his mother's teat ingesting the soothing milk of knowledge. Please help me. I feel like I'm being stepped on and ignored.
Sincerely,
Shoo's "Shoe"