Weed, and occasionally shrooms, make my body respond with sexual arousal to some unusual stimuli. Here are some notable examples:
Music – especially chordally lush orchestral music
Videos of people being competent at tasks, such as shining their leather boots or chopping wood
Makeup tutorial videos narrated in soothing tones
Videos of people doing improv (I like funny dorks, okay?)
Videos of people doing musical improv (I like funny dorks who can sing, okay?)
Memories of wistful moments with former crushes
Sunsets
The feeling of fabric against my skin
The seam of my pants pressing into me
Videos of people playing video games at a high skill level
Pictures of mountains
Pictures of various celebrities' hands
Pictures of designer shoes
Perfume
Videos of barbershop quartets
Sex toy reviews
Poems (and not even necessarily sexy ones)
The feeling of the tip of my pen gliding against smooth paper as I write
The idea that someone in the world could theoretically have a crush on me right now
Chocolate
Pictures of really gorgeous ukuleles
Sitcom blooper reels
Videos of classical guitarists
Oil paintings
The concept of being self-sufficient
Drugs have taught me many lessons over the years, and I guess one of them is: a lot more things can be sexy than what we traditionally deem to be sexy! I always seem to be happier and hornier when I lean into my very Taurean desire to fill my life with sensual delights, plus media that makes me laugh or cry or scream or all of the above.