I have been corresponding online with a woman on Match.com. Though I don’t usually like to meet women this way, I do belong to the service and have used it on occasion. Anyway, this time the woman seemed very nice, and I began to be hopeful.
The main dangers of meeting a woman online are that (A) she will turn out to be a heterosexual, looking for a big adventure or (B) she will turn out to be a man.
Most of the lesbians I’ve met online have turned out to be very nice women. But those heterosexuals — of both sexes — are really something else.
In any case, a couple of days ago the bombshell came again. My latest correspondent is straight (or at least thinks she is), and engaged to a man. She just wants a little something with a woman on the side.
Usually, when this happens, I just say “thanks, but no thanks,” and I’m done with it. But given the number of self-righteous heterosexual fingers that have been shoved into my face lately, lecturing me on what a rotten and corruptive force I am, this time I had had enough.
I told her exactly what I thought of her, and though I won’t repeat it here (she deserves some privacy), suffice it to say that I won’t be hearing from her again.
Most of the really filthy-minded, filthy-moraled, “do-it-if-it-feels-good” hedonists I have ever known — especially when it comes to sex — have been heterosexuals. Or those who were trying to be.
I’m sure when I told this latest playgirl that I do not have casual sex, and that I do not help women cheat on their fiances, she was mystified. I’m a lesbian. What right do I have, trying to live a moral life?
They like to treat us like we’re trash and they’re treasure. Maybe, at least some of the time, it’s actually the other way around.
One of these days, heterosexuals who really care about morality (as opposed to those who merely flap their jaws about it) will actually listen to gay conservatives about the need for a single standard of morality for everybody. Perhaps they will wake up and realize it would do them as much good as it would do us.
But in a world gone mad on “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” and anti-same-sex commitment paranoia, I won’t hold my breath.