You know you’ve hit a certain age when you can no longer keep up with the various terms and labels for the seemingly ever-increasing diversity of human sexuality, at least when it comes to the exponentially multiplying number of current terms and labels. For me, that downward slide began the first time someone identified himself to me as a “primal.”
I had no idea what the hell he was talking. And I’m still not quite sure even now.
You know you’re hitting a very certain age when your seven-years-younger, more-clued-in-than-you-ever-were wife also starts having trouble keeping up with the various exponentially multiplying terms and labels, too. She’s still doing better than I am, though. And definitely better than Danny DeVito:
Part of me suspects many of the people using these new terms and labels don’t quite know what they actually mean, either. And that some just want to have their own, “cooler” term for something my generation knew by a different name.
Then again, I am of a certain age...