I am here to tell a story about how societal expectations tricked me into believing that I was ultimately broken or deviant, until I was given the opportunity to rise out of those definitions.
All in Vol 3 Iss 4
I am here to tell a story about how societal expectations tricked me into believing that I was ultimately broken or deviant, until I was given the opportunity to rise out of those definitions.
This heteronormative overly sexualized subconsciousness is damaging even for cisgender people.
I figured I’d grow into it one day, or at least that’s what the world tried to tell me would happen.
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.