This is an interesting topic. A friend from one of my classes is asexual, but talks about having a boyfriend. And, as much as I swoon, giggle, and joke about actors when posting here, I've wondered about myself - in real life, I have no interest in having sex or even a romantic relationship (I've been on one date and realized that it's not for me, at least at this point of my life). But then again, I'm only eighteen, so, as Grizzabella said, "Time will tell."
The subject also makes me think about the importance of sexuality in our culture; it seems odd to me that this is one of the criteria with which individuals define themselves. If you don't intend to have sex with a specific person, why should their preference matter? (I know, I know, human nature doesn't always follow logic.) Still...I don't really understand human obsession with sex.
This is a bit off-topic, and I'm sorry to keep rambling, but I found this interesting - I'm taking a Shakespeare class, and, of course, the topics that we discuss include love, relationships, eroticism. Concerning homoeroticism in Shakespeare's plays, my professor pointed out that, in Renaissance England, sexualities were not defined as they are today. Ideas of homosexuality and heterosexuality did not emerge until the Victorian era.
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