Personal observation, in conjunction with evidenced collaborated by several former students, one of whom I used to booze and leer at nubile co-eds with and who often concurrently dashed and aroused my fragile sexual psyche by not only revealing the sexuality of girls we mutually found hot (gentlemen, having lesbian friends with similar tastes in women is a hoot and a holler and highly recommended) but also occasionally regaling me with tales of her rather robust conquests, of the sexual proclivities of the undergrads at the all-girl Smith College, circa 1998-2000, back when I was living in Northampton Massachusetts and shacking up with a beautiful (and lamentably straight, see final 1/3 description below) young lady gunning for her Masters at said institute of higher learning.
As a bit of pop-cultural cliche ridden background information, Smith is part of the 5 Colleges of Western Massachusetts that also consists of Amherst, UMass, Mount Holyoke, Hampshire College. Quick shorthand, Scooby-Doo style!
Amherst - Fred
UMass - Scooby
Mount Holyoke - Daphne
Hampshire - Shaggy
Smith - Velma
Northampton itself, a lovely little town that if I was of a certain persuasion would be an ideal place to settle down in, is also known, amongst those in the know about such things, as the Lesbian Capital of the Northeast. In no small part due to Smith, I'm sure, but it's just that type ideal small town...artsy, anti-corporate, far enough away but not really away from it all.
I dug my time there, but I digress.
Anyways, a not very scientific breakdown of the sexual orientation of the undergrads broke down with 1/3 of the girls being outright fanatics of the vajayjay. Sure, there might be an occasional dalliance with a dick or two, either before attending University or, on some drunken/drugged curious evening, while at University. But these ladies aren't cock tamers.
1/3, being young, and some combination of impressionable, confused, adventurous, daring, horny, lonely, drunk/druggin', were, and this was a neologism I always dug, dykeettante's. Dabblers, experimenters, maybe trying to honk off a rich daddy, maybe just genuinely curious, maybe truly bi certainly bi-curious.
and the final third either only use pads, or only use tampons with applicators, so icky do they view their own naughty bits. That may be a bit of a stretch, but despite Smith and NoHo's reputation, there is a fairly strong conservative element at the College. Let's just call this final third breeders and move on then.
Digressions aside, what the following was meant to accomplish was to say that I don't think the Buffster gettin' girl jiggy is out of the realm of possibility, or even that much of a stretch. Take Parker out of the equation, and Buffy has, essentially, been the "boy" in each one of her relationships. Angel, Riley, Spike - the lot of 'em, a bunch of whiny emo bitches. And the fact that she could, and in fact has, knocked the dick snot out of them?
Please, Buffy's always the "man".
She's lonely, confused, disconnected from the Slayettes she created, the only (other) "man" around is her best friend, she's got a dangerous new threat looming (nothing new there, but still), she dropped out of College early and certainly never had any "wild" years.
She's, I imagine, sexually frustrated, pent-up and cooped up in the mother of all kickass hen Castles.
And she's got something more than an admirer in Satsu - who, it's been shown, truly loves her.
And, jeez, just go back and watch Season 6 for the crazy conflicting messages she sent Spike's way - end of one episode they're passionately smooching, beginning of the next she's telling him off.
It's canonical, it makes sense with what I've observed about people, and, to top it off, it's Buffy boffing another chick...what's not to love?
Personally, I'm an atheist in the voting booth and a theist in the movie theatre. I separate the morality of religion with the spirituality and solace of it. There is something boring about atheism.