The Perils of Sexual Self-Identification

The recent flare-up of the homosexual 'marriage' debate, following on the heels of the phony 'War on Women,' brings into the political sphere something that bothers me about our culture.  Far too many of us elevate our sex life into the core of our being; whether you call yourself a homosexual, a slut feminist, or a pick-up artist, the effect is the same.  It's VERY dangerous; sex is NOT supposed to be the core of who you are as a person.

Once sex becomes your primary area of self-identification, you've already lost; a good sex life is the byproduct of a good life in general.  Even in our screwed-up culture, people notorious for their sexual antics are known primarily for their accomplishments in other areas: Tiger Woods is an athlete, Motley Crue are rock stars, heck Genghis Khan conquered half the World.

When you pursue the physical act as an end in itself, bad things happen.  I've said it before, I'll say it again: The Summer of Love (which wasn't all it was cracked up to be), and Woodstock (that either) is ALWAYS followed by the Manson Murders, Altamont, and Kent State.

At the beginning of his Evil Empire speech in 1983, Ronald Reagan asked:

Are we to believe that something so sacred can be looked upon as a purely physical thing with no potential for emotional and psychological harm?

While sex can be a fun, naughty, or taboo topic of conversation, people who talk about nothing but sex are just as tiresome as any other one trick pony.  I've never met a Christian who talks about Jesus as much as some so-called feminists talk about their vagina's.  Too put it in terms that even a three year old (or those of you in Rio Linda) can understand, ding-dongs and hoo-hoos are only one component of the human existence.