Lag

I talk to queer friends and folx younger than me who so much earlier felt or saw being queer as an option. I come late to most things around sexuality. It's a time lag in possibilities. My sexual identity as a given has crumbled. I don’t feel like I have to know who and what I want to call myself now. In responding to whoever I meet and new ideas, my potential in any given moment is piqued by something unknown. A desire to explore what might be mutually longed for, to create something between us that is unique in that encounter. Leaving the heteronormative escalator, experimenting with different relationship models and erotic styles, stopping conforming to unconscious roles, straight or tantric versions of polarity. Rather than an identity crisis, it’s an invitation to freedom, to possibility, to fluidity.