The Appreciation of Beauty
Is it possible to appreciate beauty without the possibility of attraction towards it?
It's a question I've been asking myself for the last couple of weeks. I don't want to touch on this too much, but since I joined this place, I've met some truly exceptional women. They're all attractive; I know this because I have eyes. I also remember the type of women I used to feel attraction for when I was human.
It's difficult, but it's also not their fault. This is something I must say before I continue. This is not their fault, and I want that on the record. That being said, women who are more than capable of becoming twentieth-century Bond girls surround me, and here I am; look at me! I'm built like Ken (minus the spiffy trade-mark). What truly bothers me is the fact that I'm really not all that bothered by it. That's what's driving me to write this. I don't have a craving for physical intimacy, don't feel attraction, and though I'm aware of the loss, it doesn't keep me up at night. The lack of possible intimacy isn't what's bothering me right now; it's the lack of humanity I firmly believe might be behind it. I don't really know what to say beyond that, and I'm not entirely sure anything else should be said.
I suppose the difficulties I've had lately might prove I'm capable of appreciating what's around me, but I can't say for certain. I was never an expert on humanity, even when I had a reason to put trousers on.