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I think pretty much everyone wishes they were having more sex. Gay marriage was passed in New York state yesterday and everybody is jubilant, especially since today was the gay pride parade. What's interesting is that it becomes an occasion to wear very little clothing. It makes sense because gayness is sexuality, and celebrating it is about celebrating sex. But it's funny how there really isn't symbolism of same sex sex, there's just sex. I've never seen a poster with two men or two women holding hands or doing it or anything else, I've just seen a lot of people in their underwear. It's a blast of indiscriminate crotch and nipple and belly button skin, and nothing about monogamous romance.

this isn't to say that that doesn't exist, just that that's the more refined, restrained version. you see homosexual couples atop wedding cakes at the local michael kors store, and you see the greenwhich village gay gingham'd lovers holding hands, but on a day like today plain old sex is what carries the crowds. this leads to some incongruous imagery, like the men with veils and no pants. this is an awfully irreverent thing when homosexuals are finally celebrating that righteous and puritanical privilege, but it's really just fun, i suppose. i get the impression -- which i hope i state rightly, because i'd hate to perpetuate an untruth -- that swingerdom is more common amongst gay people than straight ones, and that will inevitably shape their contributions to the institution.

But to get back to how everyone wishes they were having more sex, a day like today really reveals how many people are ready to take off their shirts at the slightest provocation. and whether or not they are worthy of the g string, a disconcerting number are clamoring to wear them. we forget this when we and they are clammed up by our lack of a mutual understanding or excuse to put on these g strings, but when we have the opportunity it DOES NOT go wasted. I mean, this isn't to say that it'd be a seven day a week thing, but the sheer volume of these indecently dressed people cannot but indicate that there brazen demographic that would take advantage of this much more often than they're offered the chance. these people could be out in force every sunday morning, redefining that now sleepy, impious morning and our idea of one's "sunday best." this isn't just novelty, this is clearly the expression of a need. i hope everyone's a bit less frustrated tonight.