I know, I know. You don’t have to sleep with anyone to know whom you’re attracted to, and, at least in many Western cultures, you can sleep with whomever you want and call yourself whatever you like. We’d be foolish to think, though, that judgment wasn’t placed on us by ourselves and others based on how we self-identify and how closely that aligns with our actual behaviors.
Where is the line between fantasy, desire, bedroom behavior, and identity, and who gets to draw it?
Even the most enlightened among us have probably placed judgment on someone at some point for not “owning up” to their preferences: the politician who keeps a coiffed trophy wife around to maintain his “electability status” but sleeps with same-sex prostitutes in secret; the straight guy who throws homophobic slurs but flirts with men when he’s had more than four beers; the straight housewife who fantasizes about scoring with the other soccer moms and was never in love with her husband. Less overt examples that seem to stir the pot include the self-identified bisexual who sleeps mostly with same-sex partners, and the woman who sleeps exclusively with men but wears more rainbow gear than the NYC pride parade and talks about gay rights like she’s part of the marginalized cohort.
Around dinner tables and happy-hour beers, under our breath and between the sheets with our lovers, we place pressure on ourselves and others to be “true” to whom we say we are - and we feel uneasy when the sum isn’t reflective of all the parts. There’s a visceral reaction many of us have, however right or wrong, when we see someone breaking the rules of engagement between sexual identity and behavior that we’ve come to know and play by.
Why Do We Care?
Is a gold-star lesbian a more “authentic” lesbian than one who’s slept with multiple men? Is a self-identified lesbian who has sex with more men than women an imposter? How many times can a self-proclaimed bisexual sleep with someone of the same sex before others start to whisper that his identity is being worn like a protective veil and that he’s gay and afraid to admit it?
Is sexual identity more about attraction or politics? What about the social, emotional, mental, and physical factors, and can any of these ever really be separated? What’s the difference between the labels you assign (or don’t) to yourself and how others perceive you? Are you “allowed” to get a share with the boys in Fire Island Pines if you’re straight? Are you “permitted” to keep a straight partner whom you’re not sexually attracted to in order to maintain an outward heterosexual lifestyle? And why does it bother us so much when someone seems to violate those rules we’ve all silently agreed on?
Where is the line between fantasy, desire, bedroom behavior, and identity, and who gets to draw it?
Around dinner tables and happy-hour beers, under our breath and between the sheets with our lovers, we place pressure on ourselves and others to be “true” to whom we say we are - and we feel uneasy when the sum isn’t reflective of all the parts. There’s a visceral reaction many of us have, however right or wrong, when we see someone breaking the rules of engagement between sexual identity and behavior that we’ve come to know and play by.
Why Do We Care?
Is a gold-star lesbian a more “authentic” lesbian than one who’s slept with multiple men? Is a self-identified lesbian who has sex with more men than women an imposter? How many times can a self-proclaimed bisexual sleep with someone of the same sex before others start to whisper that his identity is being worn like a protective veil and that he’s gay and afraid to admit it?
Is sexual identity more about attraction or politics? What about the social, emotional, mental, and physical factors, and can any of these ever really be separated? What’s the difference between the labels you assign (or don’t) to yourself and how others perceive you? Are you “allowed” to get a share with the boys in Fire Island Pines if you’re straight? Are you “permitted” to keep a straight partner whom you’re not sexually attracted to in order to maintain an outward heterosexual lifestyle? And why does it bother us so much when someone seems to violate those rules we’ve all silently agreed on?