Sex can be a weapon – a dagger that can leave wounds that will never fully heal.
All in Personal
My Waking Up
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.”
Free Toy Included
Growing up as a second-generation Chinese Australian, I was constantly learning that the norm was actually just my norm.
Verbalizing Attraction
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?
Queen of Aces
“And what life is, often, is highly sexual – for most people, anyway. Or at least, that’s my understanding of it.”
Navigating Toxic Masculinity as a Demiguy.
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.
A Routine Procedure
“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…
Your Asexuality is not a Problem
I am proud to be asexual, and proud I stood by it even when I could tell it wore on my partner.
The Acceptance of Questioning
You don’t seem to feel things the way that other people do. It’s been ten years; fifteen, and that hasn’t changed.
Being Asexual and Overweight
…we are told that skinny is better and more attractive, and being overweight is, not only unhealthy, but unattractive.
An Asexual Awakening
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.
A Gay Asexual: Trials of Validation
More is as how society would put it, at least, sex is always more. Why not less?
A Broken Machine: Coming of Age in my Asexual Body
As I gradually became committed to understanding and calling myself "asexual," their questions turned to whispers, and their whispers turned to thoughts.
A Journey
I learned about the aromantic and asexual spectrums and things started to make sense.
The eyes are NOT a window to the soul: I’m not broken, I am asexual
The ice has started to melt. I am not broken, my eyes might be, not the rest of me.
Normal
But nobody chooses who they are. Nobody creates their character at the start of the game…
QnA
For the first time ever, not only had I been able to accept who I really was, but so did my closest friend. And it was a wonderful feeling.
