The more sexual experiences I’ve had in my life, the more I realize that labels matter less and less.

I love my husband dearly. And I love my ability explore having multiple partners, with all the integrity and honesty I can summon to support this. As a married mother of 2 kids, I’m firmly in the monogamish camp.

But would I ever choose a woman as a partner? Maybe. Likely if I were to encounter the right human in a female body.

I think that slowly coming to understand that queer is the opposite of vanilla heterosexual — this has opened my horizons tremendously. Queer comes in all the flavors, including bi-lite.

Humans are humans. Love is love. Sex is sex. And labels are not required. THIS is why it’s important for us to respect the choices and desires of others.

More power to you in your expirations. I’m holding out for the commune at the end of the day. But maybe I just read too much Robert Heinlein as a child and got myself oriented away from vanilla before my first orgasm. Who knows.

#onelove

And I really mean that.