Talk about the comparative pleasure involved in lesbian sex versus straight sex made me immediately think about a song by Rufus Wainwright:
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems I like’s a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me
If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I like’s a little bit sweeter
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me
And then there’s those other things
Which for several reasons we won’t mention
Everything about 'em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder
A little bit deadly
It isn’t very smart
Tends to make one part
So brokenhearted
I think the real point here isn’t about comparative pleasure. It’s about “the thing that gives me the most pleasure in the world”. For each of us, it’s hard to imagine other people not liking it the way we do, if they really experienced the same thing we’re experiencing. In my case, I find it utterly impossible to imagine that straight men wouldn’t go all agog about the beauty and awesomeness of the male body, if they only let go of their uptightness about being perceived as gay.
But that judgment probably says more about me than it does about straight men. It means that – for me – just about the most amazing thing in the world is to somehow contemplate the beauty of other men. For other people, the most amazing thing in the world might be food, or gossip, or Van Halen music. Whatever that thing is, there lies within it a seed planted by God. People astonished by food might have a gifting for hospitality; people preoccupied with gossip might have a gifting for insight into people’s lives; and so on. The gifting also conceals a seed planted by the devil, which can result in a person’s downfall – if a person’s particular pleasure is chosen in preference to God’s goodness.
In my experience, my appreciation of the male form goes alongside two other characteristics that are clearly in God’s plan for me: a deep longing for friendship with other men and a passion for beauty. Despite that, I am strongly tempted to cast aside those two charisms, and pursue singlemindedly the realization of my desire for male beauty. I need to resist this temptation – indeed, men who have “gone there” have warned me of as much (people like Plato and Shakespeare and Wilde and Auden).
I cannot speak to the lesbian experience. But I think that, whenever one finds that some experience “excels all others”, this is a reason to immediately ask whether that experience brings one closer to God. If it does, then seek to discern the nature of the experience more precisely. If it doesn’t, diligently attempt to free yourself from the experience. But don’t stop there: find the gifting beneath your desire for this thing. Find the charism lurking behind it, and ask the Lord to help you to carry you off on the wings of this charism into His arms.
He is a lover of incomparable sensitivity, a lover finer in appearance than any man, a lover more beguiling and dextrous than any woman. He may not make us comfortable, but He will make us new. And His ecstasies are beyond compare.