My mother was not a sexual being in my eyes. My father was. (And I don't mean I consciously saw them as sexual beings. This was all subliminal stuff.) I'm sure she was uncomfortable with her sexuality. My father was not.
Interesting. I would say that I didn't really see my father as a sexual being even though rationally I knew that he was one. He was too much "dear old Dad" mowing the lawn in his bermuda shorts with his black office socks. I did see him semi-naked on a few occasions in the early morning bathroom shuffle when I was a girl. At the time my reaction was probably along the lines of a mild "yuck".
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
