And there is a label for people like me: asexuality. But how do I condense myself into the ‘a’ in ‘asexuality’? That ‘a’ means ‘not.’ That ‘a’ means ‘lacking.’
All in 2019
And there is a label for people like me: asexuality. But how do I condense myself into the ‘a’ in ‘asexuality’? That ‘a’ means ‘not.’ That ‘a’ means ‘lacking.’
Coming to terms with being aromantic asexual offered an opportunity to pursue what I wanted for myself. To reject the premise that my existence is centered on my appeal to men.
Aquinas hadn’t been asked about his celibacy, although he would have revealed that his state of purity was chosen for its liberating potential
And suggest a round while we’re here
Because I’ll spare you the lecture
And find the door,
Ten pins left erect.
To have every cuddle, every kiss, every hug, just be seen as a path to sex - I didn’t want that.
It is a statement about the feeling of deformity and emptiness I experience when I compare myself to my allosexual peers.
I just wanted to pass
beneath your hot gaze,
pass beyond the glass
door to my desire:
a venti vessel filled
with iced chai.
You think everyone’s just faking it because that’s what’s cool, but you still don’t get why it’s cool.
You may hear that us sirens eat the bodies of the shipwrecked. Many do. I've simply never found it appealing.
The Asexual asks writers and artists to discuss experiences of discovering identity—a task which is often difficult in a world where our identities are obscured.
What the endurance of this phrase over decades of time can tell us about societal perceptions of asexuality should not be minimized, especially given the phrase’s deeper assumptions.
Elizabeth’s androgynous language supports her status as a virgin married to her kingdom — simultaneously both and neither woman and man, wife and husband.
We market bitterness as a marker of adulthood (…) Set aside such childish things as sweetness and grow up.
Once upon a time, the girl met another asexual. “Holy shit,” she said, “This has never happened to me before. It’s like meeting a unicorn!”
I wish attraction and wanting to have a significant relationship weren't so inextricably linked together, and the latter wasn’t assumed to fail without the presence of the former.
My roots are steel in the ground / My stem is not for breaking / Leave this flower where it stands
I always thought men looked better in suits. Like, in comparison with being naked.
I can organize my relationships by asking myself how emotionally close and how interdependent I would like to be with a person.
This box was getting smaller by the second. Where did all the air go?