On Sexualities
So recently I finished listening to an audiobook of "She Who Became The Sun" by Shelley Parker-Chan, a book I likely never would have read if it were not for the fact that I know the author from living together in a residential college decades ago and now predominantly via their spouse. The post isn't going to be a review but it was the catalyst for my thinking about not the vast rainbow of sexualities and paraphilias (or "kinks") but the narrow and deep sexualities within heterosexuality.
Now with "She Who Became The Sun" is within the genre of fantasy, but I want to impress upon you that as a reader it occupies a genre in which I am completely out of my depth. As you read this, you should picture in your minds eye, me delivering these words while treading water in a deep sea and trying to eat a hot dog without dropping it at the same time. You should not picture me in the den by a bookshelf featuring works like Voltaire's "Candid" Simone de Beauvoir's "The Second Sex" etc. while I confidently and authoritatively talk about fanfic and the implications for human sexuality. Okay, I am trying to keep my head above water, and my hand, while eating a hot-dog. No dignity here.
Which is a good segue into a nice piece of insightful satire: this youtube short that has been viewed 17M times. It is ostensibly making fun of my own sexuality, though it could include bi-sexual men, transmen I don't know I don't have the insight to validate it.
Primarily the dig, I think, is at hack writing because of lines like "she ate lots of food but never gained any weight" makes this a kind of Mary Sue as object from the perspective of a man who is into women. What I can validate though is that the satire captures woman-as-men-wish-them-to-be, which is kind of "one of the dudes" because she has a nickname, doesn't wear makeup or style outfits and particularly resonant with me is individualistic like a high-status male.
And we can already bifurcate male heterosexuality, because the satire targets a male romantic heterosexuality, the male gaze as it relates to looking for a romantic partner. This is in stark contrast to the tropes you get from porn where the actresses are playing the role of women-as-men-wish-them-to-be, you know in the most ridiculous form women who want their husband to help them teach his stepdaughter how to give blowjobs, women for whom stumbling on infidelity results in a threesome not a long and painful divorce procedure.
Porn is mostly unromantic because it is primarily a masturbatory aid and focused far more on novel sex than relationships. Now porn versus romantic ideation is likely just one and the same heterosexuality, they are certainly not mutually exclusive and much trouble arises from the cognitive dissonance that goes unsaid about at least men's consumption of porn.
One of my favorite books is Catch-22, and one of my favorite chapters in that book is the one titled Luciana, where Yossarian a cad, has a highly condensed and comically painful courtship with Luciana. The recurring joke of their courtship takes the form of Luciana stating "Okay you can buy me dinner, but I won't let you sleep with me." and Yossarian responding "Who asked you?" to which Luciana responds "You don't want to sleep with me?" and Yossarian responds "I don't want to buy you dinner." This exchange repeats for dancing and so forth.
The painful punchline is that Luciana turns out to be someone Yossarian might genuinely want a relationship with, after he tears up and throws away her phone number to demonstrate that all he cared about was a one night stand.
What I'm saying is that if you are a woman dating a man and you discover in his browser history that he seems to have a lot of time and attention and desire for women with breast implants, butt implants, tongue piercings, nipple piercings and preferably two of them etc. the inference you might draw is that he is dissatisfied with you as a sexual partner but not necessarily, and not necessarily because you do not resemble a pornographic actress, what you cannot infer from male erotic fantasy that he would have any interest in talking to the pornographic actress beyond small talk like "you like that?" and "yeah."
The major point being though, that there is not so much we can infer from fantasy beyond that people enjoy fantasizing.
As such, in terms of male heterosexuality, male heterosexuality is not a binary sharply divided between those men seeking a relationship and companionship from a woman, and those seeking novel sexual encounters with women to be enjoyed and disposed of, but a spectrum. Certainly, people get their schema disoriented by fantasy, confusing fantasy for reality. There are also heterosexual men that will risk their relationship for novel sex, having an affair with someone they don't even particularly like, and men that wont and sadly, they can be hard to tell apart.
In my own case, I know I began my heterosexual life as a romantic idiot looking for the one. Why idiot? Because the data available to me, all around me, including the example of my own parents suggested that even those who form long-term monogomous relationships do so through a process of trial and error. They date a few people before "settling down" in my immediate vicinity I could observe that as boys and girls started dating, which mostly involved kissing, the average relationship length was two weeks.
There were some "long-term" relationships to observe, but I still would have been in error to assume there were role-models contemporary in age enjoying the rewards of having found "the one" so early in life. But I can testify as to my own subjective sexuality, that despite not having married so far, I have little to no interest in sexual encounters that do not plausibly have the promise of a relationship.
I described it to my Psychologist as "the playstation test" which is weird because I've never owned nor had access to a playstation, but that I basically do not want to sleep with a woman on Friday night that I would rather spend Saturday morning playing playstation than being with. In my heterosexuality the cost-benefit of sex now versus hanging out tomorrow puts far more weight on hanging out tomorrow. My psychologist points out that our intimate partners do not need to be everything to us, I could have sex with a woman I don't particularly want to talk with, or even at, and have my friends fulfil my conversational needs. My vestigial romantic idiot however feels the distribution of women I find physically attractive and interesting conversationalists is sufficiently large that I don't need to complicate my life with the logistical challenge of having my social life compensate for deficiencies in my romantic life.
Now writing about this, the obvious thing to think about is the unfortunate repercussions of the fact that heterosexuality does not mean that someone who is attracted to the opposite sex is not attracted to all of the opposite sex. Substituting sex for gender, though nobody seems to police "genderality" as opposed to sexuality, or indeed the sex act being "corrected" to the gend act.
The most obvious being, that many heterosexual men are not attracted to women in their 80s and 90s, though attraction along the variable of age shifts over time, we tend to remain attracted to people in the vicinity of our age. As such if I was placed in a room with my 15 year old self, our heterosexualities would likely be more different than they are the same. Our common ground would be that we are exclusively interested in women, but I have little to no time for anyone under the age of 28, I'm not sure at what age I started to relax my age chauvinism, but 15 year old me would probably exclusively consider girls within a year of his age as romantic candidates.
15 year old me was about a decade away from ever having to consider gender as a social construct. I say "having" but I'm pretty sure you'll find evidence in this blog that I considered gender as a social construct long before whatever it was Caitlin Jenner probably, that created a climate where straight white men in rural communities felt obliged to have an opionion on people they were statistically likely to never come across and call it in to talk back conservative radio.
I digress, there was some teenager that took to social media to announce his newly constructed sexuality of "super straight" that he defined as a guy who is only interested in ciswomen and not transwomen. For me, it is pretty easy to reverse engineer the events that lead to some kid feeling it was necessary, it was the collision of trans women are women and this kids sexuality, and the kid got caught in the semantics unable to argue that heterosexual men are not attracted to all women and so nobody is obliged to date or have sex with anyone whose gender aligns with their sexuality.
Peter Boghossian in some video was trying to coach someone in street epistemology or maybe the Socratic method, and he used the example of Q1: "Are you straight?" Q2: "Would you ever have sex with a trans woman?" and when they started sensitively dissembling, he modelled answering the question with Q3: "Ask me." (more of a command than a request) Q4: "Would you ever have sex with a trans woman?" "No."
But I would point out, that sexuality is not a test of gender nor by symmetry is gender a test of sexuality. A straight mans unwillingness to sleep with a trans woman does not establish that trans women are therefore not women, nor does it establish that this guy is not straight but in fact "super straight."
If someone posited to me "Would you have sex with Andrea Dworkin?" and I said "No." this obviously neither disqualifies Andrea Dworkin as a woman, nor myself as straight.
But I guess I have to concede, that the satirical description of "Aurora Borealis" or "Abs" present me and 15 year old me would both say, sounds pretty good to us.
I should bring this post back to the fantasy-realism spectrum of sexuality. If we compared the satirical description of Abs, to a description of a woman thusly:
Holly Golightly was a divorcee self-conscious of her appearance. She had married young at 25 and been divorced by 28 after a long engagement to a guy she met in first year of higher ed. She had ignored years of infidelity on his part hoping that marriage had proved that he was committed to her. Anyway she didn't like dwelling on him. Holly felt acute anxiety that she may have missed the window for marrying and having kids for her lifestyle aspirations. She put a lot of effort into monitoring her diet and exercise to try and prolong her health to make up for the years wasted on her ex-husband. She drank at least 3L of water a day and ate mostly a pescatarian diet. She spent roughly an hour a day applying and removing makeup. Not only was she dissatisfied with the complexion of her skin around her eyes, but she liked the way makeup felt when she wore it and it protected her skin from UV. She was aware that she was considered attractive, making her self conscious about complaining of weight gain, new stretch marks, bagginess under her eyes to friends that really struggled with their weight, or otherwise received little attention from men. She liked fashion but tried to dress stylishly and somewhat conservatively. Not only was this practical for her job, but she didn't feel self going out in public as a single woman in some of the more exciting and adventurous outfits she'd seen on social media and in shops. She self identified as having social anxiety and didn't like going anywhere alone, it was important she remained connected to her friends at pretty much all times. If going to a party she most often first went to a friends place for pre-drinks so they would arrive together. If on a date with a new guy, she would often text updates to Penny her best friend. She dressed and spoke like most of her friends, she stood out because she was more attractive than her friends though and clothes tended to be designed for women built like Penny, so they were very flattering. I noticed her because she was attractive.
Again, picture me trying to eat a hotdog while treading water. The above is my best attempt to describe a realistic woman. a woman that based on my own experience I would find attractive. If we also relaxed some of the fantasy about "Abs" like the eating whatever but never gaining weight, but retaining the details like no makeup, ripped jeans and vintage t-shirts etc. Abs is also attractive, and my sexuality is such that both Abs and Holly are attractive women.
At which point, I need to add the word "sensitivity" to the discussion while carefully defining it. I want to use it in the sense that Rory Sutherland uses it, not in the everyday use which would refer to sensitivity as to how others feel. Rory uses sensitivity as being aware of what others are doing, Holly in this sense is more sensitive than Abs, because Abs' description makes almost no reference to other women, but Holly dresses like her friends, stays in the loop with her friends and goes to social occasions as part of a group of friends.
So strictly speaking, my sexuality is oriented toward both Holly and Abs, but my preference would be for Abs because Abs is less-sensitive, sensitive-but-contrarian or insensitive to what other women are doing. This is a type.
I'm hopefully now halfway through the hotdog and it feels like time for a segue. I assume, because I'm not necessarily in on the joke, that part of the Abs satire is ridiculing what men do and don't notice about a woman's appearance. Perhaps some of the joke at the expense of my sexuality is the inept way Abs is described like "She had an appropriate amount of freckles." and I can honestly say, for me this wording conjures up a vivid image, because I am self referential, I can conceive that part of this descriptions intrinsic ridiculousness is that it doesn't contain a useful definition of what the appropriate amount of freckles are, that someone sensitive to their identity group would be motivated to know.
In this way, the most alien literary experience I had listening to "She Who Became The Sun" was the sheer amount of time dedicated to describing how beautiful men are and the arousal it brings about in (usually) other men.
So maybe a bit of background. "She Who Became The Sun" is a Fantasy novel, though in terms of fantastical elements it has less than books we categorize as "Magic Realism" like 100 Years of Solitude and Midnight's Daughter, that most people would agree are not very fantasy. From interviews Shelley describes the germination of the book as needing to write what they could not find to read, scratching their own itch. My impression is that the book succeeds in being pretty much equal parts Historical Epic and something I presume to be BL, but queer BL and here is where I am really treading water and struggling to keep hold of the hotdog...
On one hand, the queerness is easy to comprehend as an outsider because the two major characters, Zhu and Ouyang both are same sex attracted. But Zhu as a character is born female and assumes the identity of her dead brother in order to survive a famine by joining a monastery. To me, I read Zhu as not necessarily queer, but more an example of the historical phenomena of military crossdressing most notably Hua Mulan. A likely explanation for the historical women that cross-dressed in order to enter military service or become a surgeon etc. may well be gender dysphoria, but circumstances like Zhu's or Mulan both being fictional characters you can infer from the plot that if they do not pass sufficiently as men, they die, so without gender dysphoria or a non-binary identity, or fluid gender identity, circumstances in the story would drive them to dress and pass as a man - for months and years at a time.
When I was spending a lot of time with Lesbians, isolated cliques of lesbians shared with me the signficance they placed on Disney's Mulan, one at least crediting it for their sexual awakening. Yet to me, the character of Mulan herself is a straight woman. My mind is open to the possibility that Mulan is a kind of symbolic lesbian, but it could just also be that when Mulan started acting like a dude on screen, a bunch of mid 90s girls found her attractive, albeit as Garth famously asks Wayne in Wayne's world when Bugs Bunny dresses up as a girl Bunny in Loony Tunes cartoons Bugs is pretty sexy, but the question of whether Garth, Wayne and I are then bi or gay is underdetermined.
I read Zhu as the "She" in She Who Became The Sun, as a straight woman circumstantially forced into a non-binary role, specifically trans man. Zhu winds up marrying (another) woman and does bring that woman to climax, but there isn't enough evidence to suggest Zhu is actually attracted to her wife, and plenty of evidence to suggest that Zhu is into dudes.
Which brings me to, relative to me, the "other" heterosexuality, and I'm aware Shelley uses they/them pronouns and am reasonably confident I saw somewhere that Shelley identifies as non-binary but I lack knowledge of the language of the sexuality this would produce eg. non-binary who are predominately attracted to dudes (at least in terms of this book).
Because the other major character is Ouyang, who also stops the narrative momentum to observe and contemplate male beauty. Again, as an outsider I would raise my hotdog holding hand and guess that Ouyang is gay, a man attracted to men, and if I was pressed for greater specificity, I would guess that Ouyang was a gay fem, like Richard Simmons, as the best explanation for why he seems to care about things I as a man do not consciously care about and certainly would never emphasize.
For example, I can as a straight man make statements of the form Kobe Bryant is more attractive than Freddie Mercury. Or for a closer comparison Cristiano Ronaldo is more attractive than Lionel Messi. But then you would get the curious comparison of if asked who is "manlier" I would state that Kobe is manlier than Freddie and Lionel is manlier than Cristiano.
Which then allows multiple homosexualities and heterosexualities via "it depends on what you are into" and Ouyang of "She Who Became The Sun" appears to be more into effeminate men, at least based on what Ouyang notices, really I lack data.
What I'd allow for is that Ouyang's castration is some form of genderqueer symbolism and I think the text explicitly states a couple of times that Zhu thinks Ouyang and her are alike, but my outsider brain treading water, thinks Zhu is functionally a straight woman pretending to be a dude, and Ouyang is a gay guy who had his dick and balls cut off and I lack the imagination as to how this would move Ouyang to some third potential or non-binary.
The chief sense that Ouyang and Zhu are the same though, is that they are written by the same person, such that at times where something distracted me from the audiobook, the story could shift from one character to another and I wouldn't notice until someone referred to the character by name.
Much like my experience of Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment" unfamiliar naming conventions combined with a large cast can make it almost impossible for me to follow who is being talked about, the only real characters I could kind of track where the two main ones and the one female character. (I would not be surprised if She Who Became the Sun doesn't actually pass the Bechdal test, I forget if Zhu and Ma ever have a conversation that isn't about a man.)
In some sense then with She Who Became The Sun, the sexualities on display for me are closer to female heterosexuality than homosexual or queer. Where I'm really out of my depth is the genre of BL "Boy Love" and this is really foreign to me, in a way that the romance of "Bros" Billie Eichner's romantic comedy is not.
Like I lived in Mexico for 4 years, my fellow Australians have an impression of Mexico that it is a really dangerous place, because of all the cartel shit. People in Australia before departure expressed their concerns for my safety. Another stereotype about Mexican's is that they love Jarabe Tapatio. I go to Mexico and while the newspapers can be relied, nay, depended on to feature graphic photos of cartel executions and some telenovella star in a g-string bikini, I saw exactly 0 cartel action ever in my 4 years and the only time I experienced gunshots was when the proprietor of our local enchilada restaurant fired one into the air to scare off some guys he didn't like the look of. Yes a friend of ours got "disappeared" and the fact is Mexico is a dangerous place, but it turns out being much much much more dangerous than Australia is a difference between having a 1 in 100,000 chance of being murdered and having an 8 in 100,000 chance of being murdered.
On the other hand, Mexican's fucking love Jarabe Tapatio and at the Fiesta De La Luz, there's a big stage in the big town square where they do a 30 minute or 1 hour show as civilians are siphoned in and out of the square, and the jam that absolutely goes off is Jarabe Tapatio.
It is absolutely delightful to see, and admit it, if Jarabe Tapatio was from your culture, from your city you would fucking love the tits off it too. It is something to be genuinely proud of.
Anyway, the relevance is, before reading She Who Became The Sun the closest I got to anything fanfic, or fanfic inspired or fanfic influenced was from an interview on podcast "Maiden Mother Matriarch" with Helen Joyce who gets more airtime for her work on Trans to which she is largely if not entirely opposed. I should add that my impression of the host of the podcast "Maiden Mother Matriarch" gives me the impression of someone I wouldn't truck with, like someone who thinks its a good idea if Christianity made a comeback, and possibly is also an adherent to Jungian archetypes and collective unconscious, but much like I don't truck with Russell Brand as he is a new-age conspiracy theorist, sometimes these are the only people interviewing people on untouchable topics.
So this is probably someone fans of something like She Who Became The Sun, would hate. And she described something thus:
"...the same woman who had written this thesis about SL fiction she said she had given some gay men that she knew some SL to read and they thought it was hysterically funny like that was the word she used hysterical and the men just laugh their arses off about it because it just isn't at all like gay sex to them like it was it was like the endless signs and yearnings the manufactured misunderstandings the you know the sex wasn't described in a very visceral way like it's hard to know what's penetrating what...[abridged]...generally the men are as women might wish them to be so they're always talking about their feelings they notice you know the brand of clothing you're wearing they're interested in things like um you know women's dainty wrists or like she's got lovely long eyelashes or things like I've never met a straight man who has any idea what length any woman's eyelashes are like really but the men in erotic fiction do..." from about the 13th minute of the Helen Joyce video.
So for me when at one point Zhu who had by then been dismembered by Ouyang in the narrative stops all the action to marvel once again at the length of Ouyang's eyelashes and how his eyebrows were like brushstrokes (or something), this was like being in Mexico and watching Mexicans lose their shit when Jarabe Tapatio drops. I was like "Oh shit this is a real thing."
For me, it explains why my former partner Misaki back when I was working full time and she was a full time student working casual would arrive at my house after I had gone to bed, wake me up and then insist on having the light on so she could look at my face, even though it was at that point excruciatingly painful to be kept awake under bright lights when my body was already in sleep mode.
So I can validate Joyce's experience that as a man I don't (consciously) register or place particular import on eyelash length. On the flipside, there's nothing in She Who Became The Sun in so far as it resembles BL, and BL resembles slash fic or fan fic, that refutes any of the assertions or arguments Helen Joyce makes.
Furthermore, I think earlier I described She Who Became The Sun as equal parts historical epic (the collapse of the Yuan dynasty and rise of the Mind dynasty) and BLesque romance. The pairing is crafted so well, that I experienced it as a disorienting experience where I was not sure which of the stories I was supposed to care about, until at some point I assumed I was supposed to care about both. The thumb on the scale though is the voice reading the audiobook.
Again I'm drowning here, I lack the language to describe it, it is read by a voice that is closest to as an onscreen example "the adjudicator" from John Wick 3: Parabellum. I want to describe the inflection as a kind of moxy that also translates well to dialogue that is to come across as "sardonic" "passive aggressive" "contemptuous" "bitchy" it is not well suited to simply describing action.
The adjudicator herself was disorienting, I experienced her as annoying and assumed she was meant to represent some uppity bureaucrat that the audience is supposed to hope John Wick will kill for violent gratification. As the movie went on though, I got the disconcerting feeling that maybe someone, somewhere actually thought the adjudicator as realized was cool.
So I guess to some extent I found the voice performance distractingly annoying, but also highly amusing because neutral prose is read with this inflection that imbued everything with a specific kind of sexual innuendo. "Rocky outcrop" becomes "rocky outcrop..." almost like an editor had to cut out non-words like "mmm" and "ugh" after every sentence.
That gave me an alien literary landscape where I was supposed to watch this military conflict between two factions through the lens of sexual tension. By contrast, Bros is not disorienting at all, at one point Billie Eichner who is basically playing himself and the guy he hopes for a relationship with face a test when Billie is invited by the love interest to join him for a foursome, and Billie really wants the relationship to progress and that the best way to do so is to just have sex with eachother.
Suffice to say, this is not something that is remotely plausible dating as a heterosexual man. I anticipate never facing the challenge of having a partner that wants me to have sex with more people. As Billie signals his disinterest in joining the foursome and expressing his wish that they could just date as a couple, they resolve to go their seperate ways, and as Billie turns to head up the stairs to his apartment the love interest cries out "Billie wait..." and Billie turns around. Hard cut to Billie participating in the foursome.
As a straight man, this scene from Bros works as a joke because it sets up one expectation and delivers another, and four guys having sex together is less disorienting than listening to descriptions of men's exquisite cheekbones and imagining...nothing visceral or specific, just imagining.
One thing I'm confident of, out of my depths as I am, is that, and this will get into very technical language, epistemic privilege thesis of standpoint epistemology is likely very weak to hot garbage. Like any strong interpretation that it can be used to resolve he said/she said disputes is demonstrably false.
Marginalization does not lead to greater insight. The intuition that for example a slave needs insight into the master to survive, where the master does not need insight into the slaves makes sense at first blush, but experience just keeps insulting the intuition again and again. Most people have very little insight and seem to mostly project.
"Abs" the woman as written by straight men is held up as an object of ridicule but I am anti-ridicule. I can certainly see great potential for ridiculing the BLesque scenes in She Who Became The Sun, and I may even find it impossible not to ridicule it because it is so foreign to me I can't describe describing men's effete beauty without it sounding ridiculous.
No one, in my opinion though should want such expression to stop. Right, there is a profound insight into having these internal monologues written out that can help bridge gaps in understanding.
Here's an attempt at an example, my heterosexual male schema categorizes hair length as "long" and "short" and otherwise my impression of hair is left largely unintelligible, impressionistic, but I don't seek specific language to describe it. My girlfriend has long hair, she goes to the hairdressers one day and has three inches cut off her hair. To me, my girlfriend had long hair before the haircut and after the haircut also has long hair. There's no change worth even mentioning, but to her, and I plead ignorance to the actual terminology, she had back length hair that has now been cut to shoulder length hair, having terms for this is indicative of her sensitivity to hair length, and so for her the haircut is a dramatic change.
Similarly, thanks to my gay friend I'm aware that makeup has a fairly vast vocabulary though I know little of it - blending, contouring etc. I don't care enough to learn. I'm aware that there are people who make their whole livelihoods going through makeup routines on youtube because people watch with rapt attention as though the devil is in the details.
There's plenty of evidence that heterosexual men appreciate the difference between their partner in make up and their partner with no makeup. But I'm also aware a common faux pas straight men commit is complimenting a woman for not wearing makeup unaware of how much makeup the woman is actually wearing. I would suggest that straight men operate on, to appropriate a bird-watching term "general impression of size and shape." Makeup comes in three general impressions - none, some and a lot.
So just in the domain of heterosexualities, Abs the satire and Zhu the best selling protagonist can shed so much insight into how we are talking past each other.
Something though needs to be said of being out of touch.
At one point, Joyce describes slash fiction where Kirk and Spock get together, Draco and Malfoy get it on etc. being by straight women, for straight women, depictions of men as women wish them to be (analogous to women in porn for men) as "women in drag" and male fantasies like Abs may be uncomfortably for men, men in drag.
The last sexuality I will posit, is the heterosexuality of the shy and reserved. It is really just a riffing on a finding in Daniel Gilbert's "Stumbling on happiness" where thinking about the future is something humans do because it gives them pleasure. One obvious example is imagining what a future in which you and someone you are crushing on would be like. In experiments tha in the books case are definitely pre-replication crisis and is a social science, people were invited in and asked to describe their ideal first date with someone they were planning to ask out.
There was a negative correlation between how vivid and elaborate the fantasy date was and whether they actually would ask the person out. What that means in plain English is that people who described the envisioned date as "pizza and a movie" were far more likely to actually ask out their crush than people who said "first I would surprise them with a music box on their desk that would contain a clue to meet me at this gazebo in the park where the plumb trees are blossoming and the Swans are swimming with their cygnets in the pond..." who were highly unlikely to ask out their partner.
The rationale offered is that the latter is deriving far more pleasure from the imagined relationship than the former, and rejection would result not just in embarrassment or awkwardness but an inability to keep imagining how great the relationship would be, because it becomes implausible.
To me, and this is again completely speculative it is plausible that shy and reserved people can be prone to developing a conceit that they are highly observant and insightful. The conceit itself is plausible because people who have impulse control and stop and think about a problem etc. tend to come up with better solutions, there is a general correlation between introversion and intelligence.
However, there is a difference between thoughtful people who test their hypothesis at some point, and fantasists who never do.
So it's possible that there's a heterosexuality of the bookish types, that don't speak in class unless a teacher calls on them, that try to stay out of the way and unnoticed. I'm confident that there are people who do not participate socially, but still do things like develop crushes.
This is a heterosexuality that tends toward asexuality. A heterosexuality of projection and anticipation, one where it is not only wise not to meet your heroes, but kind of wise to never really get to know anyone, such is the disappointment of asking out your crush and the first date turns out to be pizza and a movie.
I need to conclude and be done with this treading of water. I had to wait close to three months before the audiobook of "She Who Became The Sun" was available via the library. It is in demand, and hopefully in demand by an appreciative audience. For my part though, the story had no stakes I was invested in, and my overall disposition is that it is great that diversity of perspectives is out there, it is also great to get out of my own perspective into someone else's.
There needs must though, be a humbling of our general ability at insight. For me it is not a mind blowing revelation that women and men's heterosexuality is different, it's that the obviousness of this point can so easily be taken for granted. "Heterosexuality" itself is a kind of semantic trap in this regard, and we can look to homosexuality and a movie like Bros where the tension of the movie is the navigation of two men who approach their sexuality in very different ways, and perhaps sexuality is rich with examples of where the unintelligible is more intelligent than the intelligible.
For the unintelligent out there "intelligible" means you can put it into words.