‘It is not the spoon that bends. It is yourself.” Does contemplation of our sexuality in terms of materialist morphology force one into confrontation with the cosmos? It is not the spoon that bends, it is I? This is another way of saying, I AM the spoon. I am one with the universe. Is the feared breakdown of hard and fast historically and culturally imposed gender constructs on individuals at the same moment an opportunity for investigation of the nature of sex in terms of cosmology and theology? And are the energies up in the air, in play, the very energies of the universe itself?