“Where soul meets body”

I think the main reason — concrete, tangible — why it is affirming for me in such a unique and intense way to have sex with a gay man is because in that moment, like in no other, I am being seen and accepted — concretely, tangibly — as a boy regardless of what I have between my legs in an arena where genitalia usually play a substantial role and with a person who is assumed (at least in the clichés about gay men) to “want dick”. 

It’s there — in that concrete, tangible confirmation that my lack of a penis is not an obstacle to my being seen and liked as a guy (& a “hot guy”) — for me that’s “where soul meets body” (as Death Cab for Cutie sang)…