common denominator

[aracknee]

On Saturday night I went to a party wearing a shirt that reads "I fuck like a girl" across the chest. There's just only so many places I can wear this shirt. I was surprised to find that while only one guy made a comment about it (an ex-lover who is a really big letch - it was just too much for him to pass up), several women commented on how much they liked it. One woman summed it up: "So do I!" And I realized just what it is that I like about this shirt. It is a statment about how we're all the same, even in our differences. I'm a girl, so of course I fuck like one. And it doesn't really matter who my partner is. I'm gay, she's straight, she's single and experimenting. But we all basically have sex the same way. And that's the point I always seem to come back to, in my queer politics. It doesn't matter who I sleep with. Not because the person doesn't matter, but because the sex doesn't define either of us. We have sex the way we do, because that's who we are. We are defined by ourselves, not who our partner happens to be (or what gender they claim).

I'd illustrate this with a photo, but I don't have one of the shirt, and I can't think of another that's appropriate. :)

In other news, I'm painting flowers. Lots of them. I have no idea where they are coming from, and they are unlike any flowers I can recall painting in the past. Odd to be a prolific artist all of a sudden.