though gay groups are in the business of deeming anyone who doesn't follow the will of their lack of gender-identity as "self-denying," it's not hard to keep away from exploring other peoples' bodies like a question mark in heat. i am not asexual, i understand the urgency one feels when confronted with something as new and exciting as an unclothed member of the undiscovered gender, it's much like christmas morning to a child. the mystery is about to end - it's time to stop wondering what those boxes look like without their holiday coverings on, it's time to climax and unwrap those presents from their clothing - and it's finally time to play with them once we familiarize ourselves with their presences. whoopie!
that's all well and good for a child, even for a young man with raging hormones, but there should be a time in one's life when the thrill of christmas morning wears off. there should be a time in one's life when the thrill of seeing someone naked also wears off. there should be a time in one's life when one does not get off on the idea or the act of gender-familiarization.
now, i'm not in that boat, i still see masculinity through the eyes of an outsider - the thing about me is that i call a spade a spade, i understand the lack of gender-identity that facilitates this need for familiarization...the difference between me and the gay rights wackos is that i don't try to guise my lack of certainty and label it as something that cannot be changed. one can always learn, one can always become, there is nothing stopping anyone from internalizing their own gender's identity.
(...except that tall, blond and handsome landlord of mine)