I worship beauty and I worship femininity

The religious atmosphere created the enjoyment of the beauty of women a bad thing, “sin of the flesh,” “evil,” and so reinforced by other aspects of society, that, as a young man, it created a huge almost debilitating conflict inside of me with regard to women. I could not relate well with women. I wasn’t sure how to be friends with them afraid of how it might be interpreted by others. It was a horrible time in my life.

Over the years, and with greatly increased education with regard to people and culture and abandoning all religion in my life, I experienced a freedom to feel and think as a real unconstrained human being. I loved that feeling. I began to get in touch with my real self and understand what being human really was. There was a true renaissance inside me. Among other things, I could look at a woman and really, really contemplate the beauty I was seeing, and feel absolutely wonderful about it. The sight of a beautiful women (and the vast majority are), especially a nude woman, was, to say the least, magical.