I’d like to believe that as queers, we’re less stressed about sexual infidelity than straight people, since the threat of reproduction and offspring is relatively low. (Not counting select orgies where both sexes are present and you wake up the next morning wondering who put what inside you, or where you went and put yours the previous night.)
There was a time in history when they called it a mental illness that had reached epic proportions. When there were public service announcements to curb the practices of so called ‘sexual psychopaths’. If you were queer in the 1960’s you would have been strapped to a chair and shocked into re-orientation.
INTERIOR – PRODUCTION STUDIO – DAY
A group of girls in cheer leading outfits are seen standing against a green screen. The camera tracks in towards them, moving in closer, …
When you share your inner most self you allow for recognition to happen. Sometimes we are afraid of being seen for what we are and this in turn causes us to fear being available to a world we long to enter. The greater damage is how we cease to be a vivid presence to our own selves. We choose the wrong mirrors and have to deal with false reflections.
Several breaths into the brew, my body sat upright. The chemical reactions from the bean had sparked some eagerness. Around me were the lost, the preoccupied, the keyboard-clackers, the chatterboxes …
“A Person may step into the past for a short time, to find something of herself she left behind or to understand the persistent ache of an old wound. Many times such a journey brings its own healing. At worst, she may simply put it behind her and go on”. – Namet, “When Women Were Warriors: Book I"