|National Coming Out Day
||[Oct. 12th, 2007|04:22 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
I know, it's weird. I'm sorry. I've tried, I really have...
Damnable genetics and hormones and stuff.
Also, mostly vanilla. But comfortable with Teh Kinky. And also pretty comfortable with Teh Porn, getting more relaxed as time passes. It helps that I sell it. At two different jobs, even.
On a slightly more serious path... I've never really cared about people's sexual orientation, except when trying to not look stupid while flirting. I think I got called a dyke before I ever met one. To me, orientation has always been just an element of a personality, not a Big Thing. Not to belittle it or anything; my perceptions alone.
I never understood BDSM until I started talking to people about it, so there wasn't much there to have a prejudice about beforehand. I still get squicked by certain things, so I generally don't want to know details unless it's important to a story, and the story is one that the storyteller feels its important for me to hear. I'm OK with the psychological aspects.
Once I started interacting with sex workers, I realized I had some dumb, unexamined prejudices born of a close-minded middle class upbringing. So I examined and excised them. Same with porn and creators thereof. It gets easier with time and with the company of people who are comfortable letting their sexy flags fly.
But I still don't really want to deal with people getting off in the comic shop, because, well, it's unsanitary. And kind of skeezy.