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All in Personal
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.
We can be proud of ourselves as we are, for just being ourselves, in a world that doesn’t yet understand us.
I assumed that any partner I might find would expect sex from me, and since I wasn’t willing to do that, it felt like it would be ‘leading someone on’ if I tried to date.
Maybe you’ll find the right person…” “Um, I don’t know. I just told you I’m not into that.
The way I experience love is meaningful, whole and enough. But maybe this is what they mean when they say sometimes love isn’t enough.
“Asexuality isn’t a focus of the book, but to have the word there in black and white, however small, is a powerful, joyful thing.”
Sexuality is weird and complicated both with and without an A preceding it, but sometimes labels help.
…the pieces all fall into place and you can’t imagine ever not knowing what now seems like the most obvious thing in the world: you’re asexual.
I look forward to the day when I feel more comfortable saying the words out loud: I’m asexual.
It’s something that is often assumed, and not often discussed: the stereotype that people with disabilities do not have sex or have conventional relationships.
I’m so much more complicated than our neat, simple and tidy words can describe, and maybe we all are.
