To have every cuddle, every kiss, every hug, just be seen as a path to sex - I didn’t want that.
All in Personal
Figuring it Out
You think everyone’s just faking it because that’s what’s cool, but you still don’t get why it’s cool.
Bitters
We market bitterness as a marker of adulthood (…) Set aside such childish things as sweetness and grow up.
Once Upon A Time
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!”
Since My Experiences Do Not Fit In Your Boxes
I can organize my relationships by asking myself how emotionally close and how interdependent I would like to be with a person.
Repulsed
This box was getting smaller by the second. Where did all the air go?
The Real Problem
“Oh and Clara, when are you going to get a boyfriend?" She said it like boyfriends were fruits which could be plucked from trees or ornaments necessary to authorize membership in the “normal teenage girls” club.
The Right Person Yet
You’ve always felt like the odd one out, never fast enough at catching the innuendos, convinced your friends’ outbursts were mere exaggerations.
Dear Caduceus Clay, I hope you're ace
Hope is a hill your dreams die on when you're wrong.
Untangling these feelings
But, for me, physical comfort never meant sex.
Straight by Default
I envy people who understand attraction to the point where they don’t even have to think about it.
Thinking Attraction
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.
A "Normal" Asexual
We live in a world now where any type of physical contact between two adults is seen as sexual.
Pronouns are for Other People
But I just don’t feel non-binary or fluid. I feel like nothing.
Little Revelations
The way I’ve begun to see it, I was always who I am, even if I wasn’t aware of it.
Słowa, z których składa się samotność
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.
Thoughts on being a fem agender: And never feeling queer enough.
No matter how I look, I do not belong to any gendered category. I am just being me.
The Skirt
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.
On Gender (and Lack Thereof)
…there isn’t a void inside me where gender should be. I’m not missing anything.
Living Agender, When the World Doesn’t Want You
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.