I have given up on having any more intimacy. The fight in my brain, body and soul, about sex, is over. Having never had a good long-term relationship, I don't have it in me to try again.
I hate my body...specifically my female parts. They were always the reason for my troubles. My first memory, is of being under the front porch, with little boys putting dirt 'there'. My mother is, and always has been 'absent', hence the feelings of not feeling worthy of care. It feels wrong to 'dress up', as that feels like I'm trying to cover the ugliness, or trying to attraction attention. It was against our religion, and it became a part of me. It's feels wrong to be 'wanted' sexually.
My next few years will consist of caring for my parents as they age, and a man would complicate that. I need a peaceful existence more than I need anything else! Plus when my son does have children, that's where I'll be.