Asexuality is such a valuable way to experience and navigate human connection, and I now know much better than to feel otherwise.
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Asexuality is such a valuable way to experience and navigate human connection, and I now know much better than to feel otherwise.
I couldn’t think, speak, or move. I’ve rejected him three times, but three times was not enough for him.
Sex can be a weapon – a dagger that can leave wounds that will never fully heal.
We grew up hearing that we had to admire and aspire to be with these alluring people, so that we could have sex with them and have nice children: “hay que mejorar la raza.”
Growing up as a second-generation Chinese Australian, I was constantly learning that the norm was actually just my norm.
How do I explain that the “connection” they conceptualize as friendship represents a lot more to me? What does “more” mean to an asexual, anyway?
“And what life is, often, is highly sexual – for most people, anyway. Or at least, that’s my understanding of it.”
Toxic masculinity is still clouding my gender vision. I feel in my soul that I am a non-binary, but I cannot deny that this conclusion remains constrained - pushed and pulled by the toxic masculinity that has always surrounded and regulated my life.
“It’ll get better when you start having sex.” Tears welled up in my eyes as she continued to fill me in on next steps and left the room…
I am proud to be asexual, and proud I stood by it even when I could tell it wore on my partner.
You don’t seem to feel things the way that other people do. It’s been ten years; fifteen, and that hasn’t changed.
…we are told that skinny is better and more attractive, and being overweight is, not only unhealthy, but unattractive.
My ideal scenario is for other people to see me as attractive in the same exact way that I find people attractive: aesthetically, rather than sexually.
More is as how society would put it, at least, sex is always more. Why not less?
As I gradually became committed to understanding and calling myself "asexual," their questions turned to whispers, and their whispers turned to thoughts.
“I’m sorry, I’m not interested in sex really,” I said. “Well, no one would want to have sex with you anyway.”
I learned about the aromantic and asexual spectrums and things started to make sense.