I don't really enjoy thinking about it, and I don't want to go out and find some sex to have as I don't think the short-lived benefits of sex by itself are really worth the bother.
It's strange. My mind can't be bothered, my body can't be bothered. It's more like a stupid itch I can't be bothered to really scratch. The whole experience feels kinda detached from the rest of the day, the rest of life.
I felt like that my whole life, though. The only time I'm interested in sex is if a very interesting person happens to be involved. Which is rare.
They say a lot of men's drive to do things stems from this sort of thing, whether it's to go buff themselves up to impress, compete, whatever... so men should use its nervous energy etc. to channel into other things. I don't have a shortage of ambitions but when it comes to sex being some kind of motivator, I am so meh. I think I know the reason and it's to do with anatomy, but there's nothing I can do about it, so no point caring I guess.