It is a statement about the feeling of deformity and emptiness I experience when I compare myself to my allosexual peers.
When I Found My Asexual Heart
I just wanted to pass
beneath your hot gaze,
pass beyond the glass
door to my desire:
a venti vessel filled
with iced chai.
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.
Siren Seeking Sailor
You may hear that us sirens eat the bodies of the shipwrecked. Many do. I've simply never found it appealing.
Open
I'm not a sculptor, but my identity isn't something that can be grasped in a flat medium.
Vol. 3, Issue 1: Discovering Identity
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.
The Emergence of Asexual Identity
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.
“The word of a Prince”: Representations of Virginity in the Speeches of Queen Elizabeth I
Elizabeth’s androgynous language supports her status as a virgin married to her kingdom — simultaneously both and neither woman and man, wife and husband.
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!”
Lisianthus nigrescens
"plants are all about sex, even Plato said it!"
attraction detracts
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.
Floriography
My roots are steel in the ground / My stem is not for breaking / Leave this flower where it stands
Gürtel / Belts
I always thought men looked better in suits. Like, in comparison with being naked.
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.
Squish
I want to get drinks and food with you / Crawl into your brain places as we talk / Explore the topography of your mind web / And catch myself in your connections
Dear Caduceus Clay, I hope you're ace
Hope is a hill your dreams die on when you're wrong.