Society is obsessed with sex. Who is having it with whom. How, where, why.
I’ve about had enough. Not because I am a prude. Let’s be clear. I love JOKING about sex. Discussing the importance of man girth after babies. Or how no one ever talks about post sex clean up (seriously, this is nasty). Or how you used to turn on Cinemax (aka Skinamax) as a preteen, even though your family didn’t have the premium channels. Just for the hope that the static lines disappeared long enough to get a glimpse of some soft porn action.
I KNOW I’M NOT ALONE IN THIS!
Whatever it is, I’ll talk about sex. When it’s relevant. But, when sex isn’t relevant, and it’s brought up in convos, it just grinds my beans.
Here’s what I am talking about.
I think “insert person” is gay
If a person is perceived to be potentially gay – because of the way they dress/talk/act/etc – and they come up in conversation, it’s inevitable that someone will say, “I think she or he is gay.”
Ummmmm…..why does that matter? We weren’t talking about having sex with them, right? Or even their relationships? I swear I was 85% paying attention to the direction of the conversation and I’m pretty sure we weren’t talking about mansticks or meat curtains.
How is WHO that person has sex with, and is attracted to, relevant? Did they hit on you? Show you their penis? Ask for insertion? No? Then, why are we talking about it?
I mean, if a seemingly straight person is mentioned in a convo, no one says “I think they are straight.” That’s just fucking weird. So why do you feel the need to bring up who a gay person is having sex with or who they love when we aren’t talking about sex or relationships?
Whatever hole you are using, it really doesn’t matter to me. Two adults have the right to love whoever they want. Who you choose to have sex with, or who you choose to love, doesn’t explicitly define who you are in my eyes. Of course it’s a part of who we are all. I get that. Being straight is a part of me and my story.
But, it gets my gibbles all chafed when someone says that line “I think they are gay.” Thanks, Karen, for that piece of information I didn’t ask for.
Here’s the thing. If you are going to mention someone’s potential gayness in a convo, then you should mention straightness as well. Equal opportunity and all that jazz.
“Yeah, so my new boss Mark is really nice. He went to college at FSU and used to work at Publix. I think he’s straight.“
That’s a really fucking bizarre thing to say in this statement, right? Has no real purpose because Mark’s sexuality doesn’t apply to his credentials or the topic of introducing Mark to the person you are talking to. It’s fucking stupid.
It boils down to this:
You can’t help who your heart, or your penis, or your vagina, tells you is your match. No matter what gender they are, what their occupation is, where they live, or what they look like, or how they even act.
I mean….I love Vince after all. 🙂
Yayyy! I am so excited. A little excited that I’m in your blog ? but mostly excited for you, your family and your little poppy seed!!!
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