We have sex with our pants on now

It's better this way 

We both take our shirts off

And wrestle around

Til it almost hurts

Then he drops a load in his Levis

And I drop a load in mine

It's separate but equal

There's no glass ceiling

The level of separation keeps us from feeling

Too attached, too integrated

To be offended by the segregated water fountains

Labeled His and Hers

And Theirs

And there’s never a question of wearing masks

But if I lose my bearings 

And forget to ask

Have condoms been mandated too?

-jenn