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Folks, give Mr Lonelyhearts a break. Maybe it's "fake," maybe not. Besides, if the husband here were narrating a novel, he'd be known as "unreliable."
In short, just because he claimed to go down on one or more dykes in a lesbian bar doesn't mean he really did.
Still, perhaps Cary could give his readers some idea of what extent (if at all) he attempts to verify the legitimacy of requests for advice.
Hell, either way, this is a column I read for its entertainment value more than anything. It may as well be called, "Since You Asked for Schadenfreude..."