Yet, to me, the attraction is not just about the mind, the heart, or the soul…
The Asexual is an independent platform elevating discourse on (a)sexuality, gender, and attraction.
The Asexual is an independent platform elevating discourse on (a)sexuality, gender, and attraction.
Yet, to me, the attraction is not just about the mind, the heart, or the soul…
And sex is not necessary, even if sexual fantasies are a part of her life.
I want to pour you thirteen cups of tea, / strawberry and cranberry, twirling, swirling, / like your eyebrows lifted when I said I didn’t want to have sex.
When we desire an emotional bond with someone we admire, it can be hard to accept that they don’t feel the same. But desire isn’t a license to guilt or push someone.
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.
All are secret dances / I do not know the steps to. / Some I regret not knowing / more than others.
It’s not sexual and goes beyond aesthetics but is nevertheless physical.
These larger problems are on their way to being healed, but the amount of work that still needs to be done is astronomical.
2019 Asexuality Studies Interest Group (National Women’s Studies Association) call for presentation proposals.
After finding this language to finally describe how I felt, I immediately started looking online for more people like me.
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.
They call xym on the phone sometimes. / By mutual unspoken agreement, no / one speaks of the dam, though xe knows / what they think, and they know / xe knows.
He sheds tears for your ignorance, but breathes / relief, unburdened of long-unwanted antiques.
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.
I’m not a woman nor am I a man / Nor any gender known under the sun.
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.
