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t can happen to anyone.
Lesbian Bed Death is that
time in the natural evolution
of a relationship when two
warm, sensuous women slide
their silky, pulsating bodies
together under the covers and
promptly fall asleep.
‘ Most ofthe time it’s.

V what goes on inside our own

heads ,that’s to blame for losing
the urge to share fluids. Mental
preoccupations are the worst. I
sometimes find my sexual over-
tures trumped by whatever is on
Sweetie’s mind. lt’s not easy to
retrieve her attention from wor-
rying about that load of wet
laundry she suddenly remembers
leaving in the washer or what
Mo’s going to do after Jezzana
closes Madwimmin Books.

My own sexual
response is also susceptible to
myriad distractions, such as the
widespread misuse of the term
myriad as if it were a synonym
of plethora which it’s not 7
hello? — doesn’t anyone use the
dictionary anymore? Stewing
over language errors while we’re
in the sack would chill any-
body’s sizzle.

There’s no end to the ’
demons that lure us away from
lovemaking. Last week when
Sweetie and I were getting
amorous the cat started retching
at the foot of the bed. That sound
sure can sidetrack a private party.
By the time she was done,_
Pussy’s rhythmic efforts pro-

I duced the only thing in our bed

that was still hot and heavy.

Our flames of passion
also get doused by external influ-
ences, such as seeing Pat
Buchanan’s smiling face in the
voters’ pamphlet or watching the
frat-boy president steer our coun-
try into World War III. And how
sexy do we feel when yet anoth-
er ignoramus assures us they
don’t care what we do “behind
closed doors,” which we know
darn well is nothing more than
snoring and passing gas?

' Our sex-life is our own

_ business, but who has the energy

to focus on the bottom line?
Why are we always “too tired?”
Have we squandered our ener-
gies on silly little things like get-
ting the Democratic senatorial

candidate elected and paying our I

utility bills?

Have we forgotten the
importance of making love with
the one we love? What happened
to our priorities? A .

Maybe we let the homo-
phobes get to us. I think I got so
wrapped up in proving that les-
bians are more than our sexuality
I didn’t notice that my own sexu-
ality was dropping out of the pic-
ture. I was determined to counter
the stereotype of the sex-
obsessed homosexual’s same-sex

 
 
     

sexual orientation. Sex sex sex!

Is that all they think we do? I’d
come home from debunking the

. myths to my hotsy totsy girfriend

and be reluctant to engage in so
much as hand—holding, lest Pat
Robertson himself pop out from
the TV andcause us to ‘spend the
rest of our evening chasing him

around with a rolled up newspa-

per.

Have we
squandered
our energies

on silly I

little things

_ like getting

the Democratic
senatorial
candidate elected
and payingour
utility bills?

But it’s not too late.
Even those of us who have been
together since before mullets (the
haircut, not the fish) were cool
can still reawaken our natural,
carnal vitality and re-ignite our -
power to be turned on by each -
other's magnificence. And I
know this is true despite it also
being the message of Joann
Lulan, the renowned lesbian sex
therapist who bilked our commu-
nity of thousands of dollars on
her workshops and books and is
now married to a man for chris-
sake. Whatever, let it go. Honor
diversity. ‘

Even Dr. Ruth advises
sexually dormant couples to get
the TV out of the boudoir. I do
find it decidedly anti-erotic to
spend my late nights in the glow
of arrogant white guys. If you’re
not willing to move the TV, at
least watch something more
sexy, like the nature channel.
During one of our long dry
spells, Sweetie and I were veg-
ging in front of the TV when we
happened to catch a documentary
about the Bonobo chimpanzees.
Have you heard of this matriar-
chal species? They are the happi-