10.11.06
Guess What? I’m Queer!
Just thought you all should know.
Not that you didn’t.
However, it’s National Coming Out Day.
Not that I ever really have to do that any more. One of the sometimes-virtues of being a public speaker, activist, and writer on sexuality issues, including queer sexuality and genderqueer issues, is that very few people assume you’re anything but a big old fagola anyhow.
The reason I say it is a “sometimes-virtue” is that having people in general know that you’re queer doesn’t seem to stop them from feeling the need to decide that they know exactly what kind of queer you are. Sometimes they even go to the length of explaining to you what kind of queer you are.
This is funny when it isn’t infuriating. But really it’s just as annoying to have someone assume they know more about my sexuality than they really do when it’s someone assuming that I must be a lesbian/dyke/transsexual/bisexual/pansexual/acroynymphomaniac/labelsexual as it is when someone assumes that I must be straight.
Me, I assume nearly everyone is at least sometimes into someone or other, in consensual grownup kinds of ways, and the only reasons I have any need to know what flavor of someone or other that might be are
a) if the person they’re into happens to be me
or
b) if someone identifies his/hir/her sexuality to me in a particular way, because I assume that if you go to the trouble to explain it to me, it’s important to you that I know.
Aside from that? I don’t assume. Although I am sometimes guilty of hoping someone else’s sexuality runs in a direction that compliments my own. Or at the very least that they’ll be open to flirting.
Because sex is grand and all, but flirting? Flirting is what makes the world go ’round. Keeps the skin dewy and youthful, too. I’m for it.
So I suppose what I’m really coming out as is an unregenerate flirt.
Surprised? I didn’t think so.