What matters is love. Sex is just an accident: It can be the same - Or different. Man isn't an animal: We/He's an intelligent flesh, though subject to sickness.

A gray but not cold day...
A day with
Seemingly no patience for being day
And which only on an impulse,
Out of an empty fit
Of duty, tempered with irony,
Finaly gives light to a day
Just like me
Or else
Like my heart,
A heart that's empty
Not of emotion
But of pursuing a goal ---
A gray but not a cold heart.