Alyssa Bagwell wonders if she’s
voting with her heart, her head, or something else entirely this Super Tuesday...
“So why am I so uncomfortable about
my feelings for Obama? It may have to do with how asexual I'd previously found
all politicians. My mother's knees may have buckled at JFK's square jaw and
patrician good looks, but my groins deadlined for Mondale. Sexuality and
politicians were like anti-matter, destroying each other on contact. (Could
anybody have erotic fantasies about Jimmy Carter? About Michael Dukakis? About
Joe Freaking Lieberman? Even Mrs. Lieberman is not having erotic fantasies
about Joe Lieberman.) This was the kind of relationship I expected to have with
lawmakers. They were like silver-haired history teachers whose bloodless
libidos allowed me to concentrate on the lesson at hand. But then Obama came
along, and suddenly I was hot for teacher.”
Does he make you warm and tingly? Read the entire
essay here.
