télos is a tumblelog.

During the course of this year, I have become attuned to other needs: the longing for true intimacy, the desire for a connection capable of enduring across distance and time. I have also let myself go. I’ve left my legs unwaxed and I haven’t bothered to shave my armpits, and beneath it all, my relationship to my body has subtly changed - it feels more my own. In a strange way, it also feels, well, sexier. Possibly for the first time ever, I’ve no use for the validation of a stranger’s appraising gaze. These triumphs make me all the warier of my vow’s imminent expiration.

My Year Without Sex from The Guardian

This isn’t entirely applicable to me as a male, but I do get, in some sense, the idea that being comfortable with oneself is far more attractive than putting on the garb of our culture’s ideal of sexuality.