Some people are into men, and others into women.
I am into neither.
Arousal. Naked women. Models in underwear. Adultery.
Sex, sex, sex.
It’s something that I’ve never wanted, something I’ve never been into. Not by choice, but by instinct. By feeling.
I don’t do it.
And it hurts hearing the little comments the “sexual” folk make to me.
“Maybe you just haven’t found the right person yet.”
“It’s probably a hormone thing.”
“Have you tried different stimulation’s?”
“Were you ever molested?”
You don’t understand. I’m just not sexually attracted to men or women. Maybe not romantically either. And that’s all it is, and I am fine with it. Confused, sometimes. Angry, upset, hopeless, sometimes. But not towards myself. Towards my friends, family, and every stranger I’ve met and liked.p
Stop treating me, treating us, like we’re something inhuman to poke at, to laugh at, to stalk and harm.
I am asexual, and there’s more of us out there than you think.