Porn is for Boys

I no longer have a sex drive, and I couldn't be more thrilled. Wow, I could feel my inner guy shudder as I wrote that. Every masculine impulse I've got left tells me that I should be freaking out, yet I'm not. In my understanding, there are two types of attraction: physical and mental. Physical attraction manifests as sex appeal, mental attraction can become romance, and both are stupidly strong forces. One has lost it's kick.

At the start of boy puberty, my mating instinct began yelling "SEX!" inside my head every 30 seconds or so. Needless to say, this made it quite difficult to focus on any and all other things. With a great deal of practice and concentration, the voice could be temporarily ignored, yet even then it was floating somewhere in the back of my mind. Instinct has absolutely no regard for propriety, and it often demanded my attention at the most inappropriate times. My desire for romance was immense, yet almost completely overshadowed.

And now my sex drive is gone. Part of me once reveled in pure physical pleasure for it's own sake, and now it just stands around dumbfounded. He's not quite sure what to do, in much the same manner as an evil henchman who has suddenly stopped receiving orders from his master. My testosterone is no longer calling the shots, and the power void has been filled by an "intimacy drive" (thanks Ash!). Romantic passion has become far more satisfying than physical pleasure ever was. Not to be misunderstood, let me clarify: sex is still awesome, but instead of being the goal itself, it merely serves to amplify passion. I've always known intimacy is more rewarding than sex, but it's just physically impossible for guys to totally overcome their instincts. They are wired that way.