Recently, I have published excerpts from a very interesting post titled "What's Radical About the Poly-Pushers?" and received some interesting responses. The main reason why I brought this post to my blog is that the very idea of labeling sexuality seems very bizarre to me. Any collective identity takes away a lot more than it offers, but placing one's sexuality within the purview of a collective, especially when no political action is to be taken by that collective, looks like the main goal here is pursuing identity for its own sake.
If anybody were to ask me whether I am monogamous, polygamous, polyamorous, monoamorous, or any other variation thereof, my answer would be that I am none of these things. I'm me, and my personal life belongs to nobody but me. I don't see how boxing myself into any collective identity, placing any kind of label upon myself would enrich my life. Sure, it will make things easier for other people because they would simply be able to dismiss my entire existence by packaging it into a single - mostly meaningless - word. Of course, if there were some significant political gains to be made there, I might have agreed to suspend my individuality for a brief period of time and would have donned the collective label while hating every second of the process.
Many people seem to think that learning to apply as many labels as possible to themselves is somehow invariably good. When I first saw bloggers present themselves as "I'm a heterosexual, cisgendered, traditionally abled, polyamorous, white, Jewish woman", I thought it was supposed to be a joke making fun of identity. When I understood, however, that people were doing this completely in earnest, I got kind of terrified. There is such a desperate yearning to dilute any kind of individuality with this accumulation of labels that it begs the question of why this person is so scared of leaving any part of herself uncategorized, unlabelled, not belonging to a group.