The Lusty Month of May

Tra la! It's May!
The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev'ryone goes
Blissfully astray.
Tra la! It's here!
That shocking time of year
When tons of wicked little thoughts
Merrily appear!
It's May! It's May!
That gorgeous holiday
When ev'ry maiden prays that her lad
Will be a cad!
It's mad! It's gay!
A libelous display!
Those dreary vows that ev'ryone takes,
Ev'ryone breaks.
Ev'ryone makes divine mistakes
The lusty month of May!

From the musical Camelot – “The Lusty Month of May”

May is lusty, there is no doubt about it. There’s a movement afoot to consider it “National Masturbation Month”, but I think that's thinking too small. It’s Sex Month, at least in this hemisphere. I guess for my Southern Hemisphere blog sister Aquila, Sex Month is in November. But here, it’s indisputably May.

This year, perhaps due to the initiation ritual I did on Beltane, the lustiness of this month is making itself apparent to me with great force. The day after the ritual, I found myself at the Brooklyn Museum, which was surrounded by trees in full bloom, viewing Judy Chicago’s The Dinner Party. I was worried that the vulva-like images of the plates might be dated. I am a survivor of 1970’s feminism, after all, when passing out speculums and viewing friend’s cervixes was common-place. Although my vulva has been sufficiently reclaimed, I was awed by The Dinner Party and got that tingle up the spine that happens in the presence of the Divine. It was lusty and roaring with life force. It was sexy.

The following days in New York were filled with sensual treats and the steady backbeat of sex. Of course, it helps to be with a lover who has the same tastes for exploration as I do. From checking out Toys in Babeland to having soul food in Harlem, together we savored our love affair with New York, as well as with each other. The perfect ménage-a- trois. On one of the last days of our trip, we stood together in front of a vibrator from the 1920’s in a junk store and considered bringing it back to the Vibrator Museum at Good Vibrations. We decided against it, as our luggage was at full capacity, but laughed heartily at the May perfection of an antique vibrator being one of our “finds”.

I came home to a San Francisco sultry with heat and enjoyed several warm nights fragrant with May bloom. It was in the heat of those first few days back when this blog elicited a request for me to write for a top-notch on-line sex toy site, EdenFantasys.com. I’d start out reviewing sex toys and other products, but could end up writing articles and/or a column. Given that it is May, I can’t refuse. My girlfriend laughingly suggested we first try out a ball gag, but my sense is that this has nothing to do with sex, but more about other ways my tongue has been used recently.

We are about halfway thru the lusty month of May, and tonight we go to the NCLR Gala, otherwise known as the Lesbian Prom. There will be over three thousand women, dressed to the nines, and three stages of music. Sex will be in the air. Why on earth would anyone pick May for National Masturbation Month? Wouldn’t lonely January be so much better? May is a time of connection, the month of hook-ups and going blissfully astray. Guinevere, as played by Julie Andrews, and generations of northern hemisphere pagans have it right. May is Sex Month. Tra la!