For a man, you have a strange preoccupation for women

I live a rather unremarkable homonormative lifestyle. I refuse to hyphenate the word homonormative since heternormative is written as one word and since homonormative doesn't appear in any dictionary yet, the pointless point is a moot one.
I've been taken by surprise more than once by the number of men who will pose with lady's undergarments on (even wearing thongs that look like dental floss within their natal cleft), but who refuse to put a photo of their face online. They say that this is a sex fantasy webpage and they want their privacy.
Sex fantasy? I came here originally because I have long hair and like men and have a general appreciation of Dr Bronner's soap. My sexual fantasies are not the sort of things I write about or share with others. Usually, they consist of scenarios of every day living with actors who have been filmed only in black and white and who are long dead.

Yes, I seem to have a predisposition for white men. I make no apologies for this. I don't recall ever having any interest in females. I had explored dating in college, but that turned into some sort of strange festival of confusion since the women that I would be with would often have male friends who were much prettier than their female counterparts.
Bisexuality was not an option. Vaginal penetration sounded about as freakish to me as visiting a glory hole and I never really cared for the pH that I could detect with the olfactory sniffer.
Sadly, I have lost a number of male friends who have become over-involved with women. I don't hold this against them (they can't control the way they were born or this unusual attraction that they have)... I just don't really want to spend all that much time with someone who is otherwise preoccupied in that arena. I'd rather listen to a farmer talk about his bean crops or the sow that's about to whelp.
Happy independence day!