My parents are not American, and we have never celebrated thanksgiving, so I was rather surprised when my mom called to see what I was up to today. I told her I was fixing my leaky toilet she volunteered to help, and bring lunch. Cool enough.
On arriving, she gave me an article on happiness from entitled “The Four Love Personalities: knowing your type is the key to a better relationship.” A friend's response was to move beyond labels. I pondered this on my morning walk.
What purpose do labels serve? Beyond distinguishing spices, I mean. What labels to you identify with? Dom, sub, top, bottom, gay, straight, bi, curious, poly - we use a lot of labels on line, striving to define ourselves in certain ways.
I have always considered myself bi, but do I really define myself by who I am fucking? Or my politics? I identify with being a switch, and definitely as queer, but have moved along the rainbow spectrum from lesbian seperatist to tresbian (tranny loving lesbian, and french for very good, get it, tres bien) to limerick queen of the universe.
For a long time I thought of myself as a single mom, so I was single, and a mom. Thoughts create reality. Now I'm putting myself out as available, fun, mature, experienced, and a roller skating babe. Life is good, and only getting better.
Other labels I resonate with feel like ingredients to the soup that is Lady of Delights: Witch, Priestess, Healer, Astrologer, Guide, Business Woman, Office Manager, Independent Contractor, Homemaker, Gardener, Teacher, Artist, Dancer, Friend, Confidant, Lover, and of course, most recently, Blogger...
