Sexuality

In the past, I treated it as a burden

It happened to my body, it happened to my mind

You couldn't call me sober

Not with all that flowed in my veins

I couldn't help it

Everything became sexual

Everything was about sex

There was nothing else in the world

It wasn't like I had a choice

After all, I am a man

What I had, however, was too much

Or so I believed

I was convinced that it was a bad thing

I knew what women thought of men

I knew this characteristic was unwanted

It was the thing that girls disliked the most of us

It was our testosterone levels

How could I not feel unwanted?

How could I think differently?

How was I not rejected by the opposite sex?

How does this all work?

How can life make sense to me?

How long did it take for me to be comfortable about this?

Never?

Sometimes?

Is there a cure?

Is this a disease?

I know why they call us the weaker sex

But that doesn't explain why I can't be above it

It doesn't explain how I thought I couldn't make myself a better man

It didn't explain how I could make the best of who and what I was

Nothing did

There was no explanation

There were no instructions

There was no guide to becoming a better man

I was on my own

I had to deal with it

I had to rise above my misconception of what I was

I wasn't diseased

It wasn't a burden

People that hate what I am

People that turn the other way

People that believe they are better than I am

They misunderstood who I was

Just like I did

What I have doesn't need a cure

What I have isn't a sickness

What I have isn't harmful to anyone

Not even me

I've done nothing wrong

I owe nothing to anyone but myself

I owe it to be true to what I am

I owe it to respect myself

I owe it to be at peace

I finally did just that

I am no longer weak

I am no longer insecure

I no longer feel disregarded

I am simply misunderstood

I have bettered myself after ages of angst

After many hardships and rejection and loneliness

Have I denied what I am?

Have I denied how strongly I feel on the subject?

Not at all

I have simply learned to embrace it as the true gift it is

I have learned the truth

The truth that all humans are equal

That both men and woman are very sexual beings

I no longer feel alone

I may still not be desirable

Not at first

But if I can convince myself of my accomplishment

I can convince others

Sex is not the same to me anymore

It became so much more

It is more of the mind than of the body

I have peace of mind

I have peace of body

I am now complete

I am now capable of making the best of what I am

I am not a pervert

Far from it

I am simply a man with dreams of love

And freedom of my sexuality

I can do anything

I can please anyone

And all I want is love

Sex will always be my freedom

Sex will always be an expression of my deepest love

Sex will never be without feelings of the heart

Sex will never be without the passion of the mind

Sex will never be without the comfort of the body and soul

Sex will never be without laughter or tears of joy

All forms of sex

From holding hands to a simple kiss

From cuddling to whispering sweet thought

From nakedness to pleasure

From comfort to climax

From a passion to a perfect moment

To many moments

To many dreams

To many joys

To much, much love

What I have to offer,

Anyone can appreciate

And it has little to do with my organs

For I am a sexual being

And a passionate one at that

I am a lover

Nothing less