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that you could catch homosexuality, like a cold. From an inanimate<br />
object, no less. No amount of explaining would calm her<br />
down, so we eventually hung up on her, but it was an alarming<br />
reminder of just how stupid people can be.<br />
talk about it, the more powerful we are. I mean, they’re so<br />
easily distracted by it. Isn’t there some way we could use that<br />
to our advantage—“Look, George! Buttsex!”—and then take<br />
back the country?<br />
Another humdinger was an email I got from some guy in Nebraska<br />
the day after I appeared on the Howard Stern show:<br />
I heard you on Howard Stern the other morning.<br />
The book you wrote and your lesbian experiences<br />
sounded ridiculous and terrible to me.<br />
Your last name is interesting. Some people may<br />
see “sincere” but all I see is the “sin” part.<br />
I pray for you that one day you will see that God<br />
never meant for girls to sleep with girls. He gave<br />
us bodies to respect and cherish and you are doing<br />
neither when you use your body that way. I hope<br />
some day you find the shame in what you’ve done.<br />
Imagine, writing a book about it! That’s horrible.<br />
True, we are all sinners. But the point is to ask<br />
forgiveness for our sins and ATTEMPT to live a<br />
wholesome life. Your life will be nothing but pain<br />
and heartache if you keep living this way.<br />
The thing that really struck me about this guy was that he<br />
listened to Howard Stern—talk about pain and heartache! He<br />
must love being upset all the time. Which is one of the most<br />
notable differences, I quickly realized, between us and them.<br />
They just love to crash our parties, while we can’t be bothered<br />
with theirs. We’re not spending our precious time hanging<br />
around fundamentalist churches or calling into Christian<br />
talk shows to explain how liberating a really good blowjob can<br />
be. Not only would it put me in a deep sleep, but it’s terribly<br />
rude.<br />
I managed a few emails back and forth with<br />
Mr. Nebraska and learned that he was listening<br />
to Howard because he believed Howard<br />
could be saved (and because Howard has hot,<br />
big-tittied women on his show, I suspect). He<br />
prayed for Howard daily, and now me too apparently, and was<br />
unreceptive when I suggested he instead pray for himself to<br />
be less judgmental.<br />
All this obviously goes way beyond bad manners and kinky,<br />
voyeuristic tendencies, to much more serious things like hate<br />
crimes and laws that strip us of our rights. But as I try to do<br />
my part in fighting the powers that be, I take some solace<br />
in the knowledge that people are their own worst enemies.<br />
The “moral majority” will no doubt contract a slew of stressrelated<br />
diseases by constantly worrying about who is sticking<br />
their what into whose hole, and the more we shamelessly<br />
Regardless, I think it’s fascinating. And terrifying. And I know<br />
part of the reason I have the cojones to be so loud-mouthed<br />
about it is because my family, and my mother in particular,<br />
has always been there cheering me on. Although I have to<br />
say, this last stunt really put us all to the test. Because no<br />
matter how wild I’d been in my past, this was the first time<br />
I’d played the sex card. I knew we’d all somehow rise to the<br />
occasion, but I suspected we’d probably do it with a lot of<br />
fumbling around. Because not only were we WASPs, which<br />
meant we never, ever, discussed the S word, but we were<br />
family, and up until now, the only proper response to the<br />
thought of, say, Mom and Dad doing it, was to gouge our<br />
eyes out. I couldn’t imagine telling them all about my new<br />
gay sex book!<br />
In the beginning we were all quite happy to just breeze on<br />
by the details, but the more excited I got about my project,<br />
the more I not only wanted to tell them about it, the more I<br />
wanted to involve them in it, too. I wanted to be open with<br />
them, to free us all from guilt and repression, to see each<br />
other as whole, sexual beings who could freely talk about sex<br />
without incestuous shame standing in our way!<br />
Mom was unamused. We were in the car on the way to visit<br />
my sister, Jill, and I was blathering on about all the fascinating<br />
research I was doing and all the inspiring women I was interviewing.<br />
“Don’t think for a second you’re getting an interview<br />
out of me for that thing,” she announced, as I put new batteries<br />
in my tape recorder, seconds away from asking her for<br />
She was obviously drawing the line<br />
at telling me how she felt about<br />
eating another woman’s pussy.<br />
one. “I wasn’t about to ask you!” I shot back. My mom is<br />
a sweet potato. She supported me through the punk years,<br />
even brought friends to a couple of my shows, but she was<br />
obviously drawing the line at telling me how she felt about<br />
eating another woman’s pussy.<br />
My sister, on the other hand, was all over me like a baby<br />
chimp. “I’ve always wanted to try being with a chick!” she<br />
said, demanding to know everything. She dragged me off to<br />
her son’s room so we could be alone, and I got my first familial<br />
interview. Here’s how it went:<br />
Me: Have you ever been with a woman?<br />
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