Actually, here ... Just looked at your pictures, big dirigible, and you're stunningly beautiful. But the beauty I see in you is the same type of beauty I see in a lion on the African savannah. I can admire that beauty in the lion, but that doesn't mean I'm "lionsexual" and want to fuck the lion in the ass. In fact, I'd stay about as far away from a lion as possible, admire his beauty from a distance. Likewise, I'd stay as far away from YOU as possiblem, i.e., my awareness of your beauty does not come hand-in-hand with a desire for any contact with you whatsoever.
Take out the pseudo-marxist crap about superior status and cool. It looks to me like it just obfuscates your thesis. It's already obfuscated to damn near the point of invisibility.
Perhaps if you could explicitly separate out the sexual component it would make more sense. For example...Radial aircraft engines, scorpionfish, iron pyrite crystals, Tanning's painting Guardian Angels, Fourier optics, Macbeth, celestial alignments (good near-alignment last night, the sun, crescent moon, and Venus), the Mauser C-96, Alberio, and the Mid-Atlantic Ridge are beautiful, but I have no urge to go to bed with any of them.
Not that I would admit it if I did.