I came up in a dysfunctional household. My father was and is a jerk and a brute, but the women in my family — gossips, backstabbers, transactional affinities — were not the nicest either. I decided to eschew companionship altogether, plus I have never found the “act” of writhing and grinding in heat all that appealing. (Especially after catching the neighbor’s cat going at it with a stray under my bedroom window one night.)
Then the pandemic came along and I just couldn’t wrap my brain around why anyone would even want to take the risk of swapping spit or anything else for that matter, and running the risk of spreading disease.
I am not a “Q” or an “A” or anything else on the Scrabble board. I’m simply a misanthrope. The last thing I need or want is a flag or parade.
You ironically sound more asexual than most people who proclaim themselves to be asexual.
Fucking lol at the last paragraph.
We sound very similar. Never was very into sex, always found it uncomfortable and unpleasurable. After two sexual assaults, I had a period of hypersexuality which totally re-traumatized me. Now, I haven’t touched anyone in 5 years.
When I heard about asexuality, I thought it applied to me, but then I was informed of sex-loving asexuals and was promptly put off by it. I still have sexual attraction to some people deep down, but I would never pursue it. Misanthropy captures the situation best.
This is so fucking stupid. I never need to know this about a person. How is this an "identity"? I just can't. It makes me embarrassed to be Canadian.