The fundamental principles or groundwork for my romantic interest have never been based on physical structure, anatomy, etc. Sure, bodies are nice, outer landscapes, but I'm interested in inner landscapes, the blithe spirit that animates the body. I surely enjoy things that are aesthetically beautiful, but beauty is the whole caboodle. I struggled a lot in my youth trying to figure out what I was, how to identify. Rummaging through my mother's baking supplies trying to find a cookie cutter to fit in. Now I just accept my complexities. I celebrate them!