By Andreas Vesalius During my teenage years, I experienced periods of intense disdain for my physicality. In becoming fully aware of my sexuality and my existence as a sexual being, I came to oppose such an existence. I envied the sexual unawareness of my prepubescent self. I began to believe my sexuality to be more a curse than a gift. The new and seemingly un-scratchable itch of desire coupled with my reflexive bodily responses to visual and psychological stimuli fostered…