No word is adequate, not “lover” nor “partner,” not “friend” nor “comrade.”
All in Personal
No word is adequate, not “lover” nor “partner,” not “friend” nor “comrade.”
The prospect of dating has never even crossed your mind, and now you’re a “girlfriend for sale.”
Just because I’m asexual doesn’t mean I escape this body, its consequence and expectation.
You learn new words and labels that you relate to. You find that other people think the way you do.
After I tell you what I mean by ‘aromantic’, you have your arms around me.
It’s fair to say the machinations of romance elude my understanding and feel undoubtedly non-applicable to me.
It blows my mind that someone would have that type of attraction to me because I would never have that type of attraction to them.
There are a wide variety of aro experiences, and there are many aro fans who enjoy reading shippy and/or romance-focused fanworks.
I’m in love with you. And you don’t have to be alarmed at me saying this because you know what I mean.
You are excited, you tell yourself, because you're in love.
I didn’t make it complicated, someone else decided that simple things did not include me.
And yet, at the same time, wanting it didn’t involve my body. No physical desire to speak of. It was never a necessary component. I just wanted to be close.
“I’m going to count backwards from ten …”
I drift into a trance before she hits the count of 1.
Since coming out as asexual, I’ve learned a lot more about what my kink means to me, and what it doesn’t. While there’s no doubt that I seek out tickling when I’m turned on, it’s not a turn on in itself.
I get to choose whether I want something to happen, how much, when, who is doing it, and, most importantly, I get to choose when to stop.
There’s also the issues of fucked up desirability politics and racism. I enjoy fetishes, but to be fetishized is to be dehumanized.
Thanks to discovering asexuality, I see “no” as whole because we are whole.