Talk About Sex

I’m ready to talk about sex y’all – for realz!

I’ve been skirting around the topic for a few of these recent posts, and it seems impossible to get into any conversation about the survival of humanity without getting pretty open about fucking. I don’t wanna be crass, but I’m just damn tired of feeling shame around sexuality. As a queer person I’ve been under attack my whole life about sex. As far as anyone around me was concerned, I was either supposed to get with the program as a horny as hell vagina-loving “real” man, or I could prepare to become societies punching bag.

In spite of the violent campaign against my natural sexual proclivities – with the support of so many of my straight male counterparts who tipped with me into the closet on the down low – I managed to emerge about as gay as you can get. I suppose when you supplement your income in a blonde afro, hot pants and cha-cha heels, you win a lifetime membership in the Friends of Dorothy club. The question remains: How does being queer fit in as part of our survival?

Same sex behavior exists in other species, so it’s not just some human fluke. Nature seems to make room for getting together for reasons other than procreation. Certainly, as a species, a little sex minus baby-making isn’t a crisis. I’ve considered whether Mother Nature didn’t build in a little homosexuality as a fail safe against over propagation. That’s a gross over-simplification but, artificial insemination aside, sodomy certainly presents a breeding challenge.

The point I’m getting at is, nature doesn’t make mistakes. Even our abominable behavior as a human species, that seems to fly against nature itself, has to have some meaning in the cosmic big picture. Perhaps even the biggest fuck ups of human beings in our past and present are necessary as part of the evolutionary process. We go big, fall hard and learn a hell of a lot from it all. We resist change in one part of our brains while breaking convention with another.

So, for every “traditional” coupling there may just have to be another exploring the myriad alternative uses for these amazing bodies we’ve been gifted. Why else make us so damn curious? Why else make it so damn fun?

I personally want to embrace my identity as a sexual maverick. I officially come out to the world as a sexual libertine. I offer myself as open to discussions and explorations of all the ways that human beings can enjoy themselves alone, in pairs and in other inventive configurations. I’m certainly not the first, and I certainly won’t be the last, but for goodness sake I wish enough people would stand up and be counted. It would suck for another generation to grow up thinking our bodies were something over which we should be ashamed.

It will be a while before we can celebrate our bodies again, but that is one thing I will not be carrying back into my life after social distancing. I won’t allow the society that lifts up violence and greed, put me down for wanting to explore the many faces of love. Besides, the world could use a few less soldiers and a few more sluts, if you ask me.