Not only does this stand true for any of our genderqueer and transsexual friends, but I also hold this to be true for asexuals. The body does not need sex to live, no matter how much culture may tell us that sex is the ultimate glorification and worship of the body. That concept … it just seems flawed to me. There are other, completely nonsexual, ways to enjoy our bodies. Dancing, running, drawing, flexing, whatever it is you enjoy doing the most with your body is your way of celebrating it. And when it comes down to it…our body is only one part of ourselves.
Just about every culture recognizes that there is something more than the body. Some call it a soul, some call it the spirit, others the personality or mind. Sometimes this other is a dyad of the mind and of the spirit. Regardless, we, as humans, sometimes still take the body as being all that we are.
I feel that many asexuals seem forced to become divorced from their bodies, perhaps because our culture tells us that something must be wrong with our bodies. With us. And cognitively, we become used to thinking of our body, which according to society is a sexual thing, as something that is not us. But it shouldn’t be that way. It doesn’t have to be.
Our bodies do not define us. We define our bodies.