I have never met a man, face-to-face in-person whose looks alone turn me on. The only time men are a sexual temptation for me is when I interact with them. I never feel desire to hook-up with an unknown man – just, never.
Women, on the other hand, are a huge…
temptation. And my damnation. They turn me into a sick parody of a man, ostentatiously ogling my own lust, sprung from disjointed visions of objectified diminutions of real women.
But not really. Because I’d do ll cool j any day and I’ve fallen for more than one woman who doesn’t meet anybody’s normative standard of beauty.