Saturday, April 25, 2015

Just Call Me LGBTQAWTFC

My husband just returned from a business trip to Philadelphia, ironically the City of Brotherly Love, and recounted his confusion when he passed by a small brick building called the LGBTQ Support Center. I couldn't help him as I had no idea either, although I took a wild stab at "Q" for Queer, thinking Queen might be funnier but certainly less respectful. So off I went to the Internet, where I found scads of articles about the newest addition to that ubiquitous string of letters.

One astute essay went into stunning detail, describing the different categories of who you are having sex with, who you want to have sex with, what genitals you possess to use during the various sex acts, and how you feel about all of it in general. As we know, this information is key when meeting people, since if you don't know what's going into a woman's vagina or where a man is inserting his penis it's hard to really judge if they can do the job you need done, or even be a good friend. It's all about character, after all, and I know I am totally at a loss until I learn this about a person. So in the spirit of furthering world harmony, here is what all those letters mean:

Lesbian: female who does it with other females
Gay: male who does it with other males
Bisexual: both who do it with either males or females
Transgender: did not feel comfortable with his/her natural genitals so traded it in for the other kind
Queer: not really sure how he/she feels but does not want to be pigeonholed (don't ask)
Ally: is straight but loves and supports all of them equally
WhoTheFuckCares: most people

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