I envy people who understand attraction to the point where they don’t even have to think about it.
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I envy people who understand attraction to the point where they don’t even have to think about it.
I think my life would be better without the concept of ‘attraction’ constantly invading my thoughts. I overthink it, I see it everywhere. I can’t escape from it.
But I just don’t feel non-binary or fluid. I feel like nothing.
The way I’ve begun to see it, I was always who I am, even if I wasn’t aware of it.
It's not my breasts or my uterus that define who I am, just as my disabled leg does not define it. My mind defines who I am.
No matter how I look, I do not belong to any gendered category. I am just being me.
If you could only alter you as in a game, stretching cheekbones and thinning legs to mannish ones, pulling out little hairs along your chin — if only it were cheap.
…there isn’t a void inside me where gender should be. I’m not missing anything.
Because even if gender isn’t something to ponder and question and agonize over for days or weeks or months or even years for them, it is for us.
When I am awake, I act. Do my actions make me male? Do they make me female? Does doing things give me a gender?
Modern society has made progress towards acceptance of LGBTQIA individuals, but asexuality remains under the radar.
At one time I would've given almost anything to be a late bloomer and not asexual. I wanted so badly to fit in that I would have given up this beautiful part of me in a second.
There is no amount of disapproval that will make me not queer. This is how I am and it’s not negotiable.
Much of the time we spent together as a group, we talked openly about everything, but when we talked about sex and it was my turn to talk, I lied, a lot.
I’ve learned that, if it is difficult to find someone who can distinguish between the asexual orientation and a lack of genitalia, it is even more difficult to find an accepting mind, someone who doesn’t think of it as an illness to be cured.
The conflation of love with lust is part of what makes it so hard for asexual people to come to terms with their identity, and often makes it nearly impossible to come out or be understood and accepted when we do.
It was incredible to see I was not the only asexual person in the universe, and it filled my heart with a comfort and happiness that I had never felt about my sexuality.
Having gone the entirety of my high school years without feeling any kind of attraction towards anyone, I began to feel isolated from the “normal” adolescent experience and questioned if there was something fundamentally wrong with me, with who I was.