Somebody I Appear To Be


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At thirteen, when puberty hit and I got my first period, I felt nothing. Nothing at all. It was weird, for me personally, to see most of girls at the same age began to kiss and make out with their boyfriend. Yet, I was still catching feelings for someone.

I met him in Middle School—we were classmates. I had no idea how it started. Everything just happened that we became so close. Some thought we were dating, but I swear we were not. I did like him as a person. I liked hanging out with him. I liked how he talked the way all intelligent kids did. I must confess that he used to be my favorite person. Things were going well for years until he decided to touch me physically, and I slowly began to lose interest in him.

And the days after, I heard he had sex with other girl. They were officially dating.

Did I regret it? No. I left him for good, and that was the way it was.

So I tried to move on. I can say it was terrible. We no longer looked out for each other on regular basis. We stopped talking. Somehow, I kept making myself believe that I was gonna get used to this.

As I get older, I don’t see any differences. I don’t get why people—I mean, some of them consider sex as an essential element of relationship. I thought I was a platonically lover in the first place, because it takes so much time to discover myself that I just don’t have any sexual attraction to anybody.

I watch porn, but I don’t experience a thing like most people do—otherwise, I feel like I’m gonna throw up when the guy’s penis starts squirting on screen. It certainly is not the thrilling stuff had led me to expect, it’s just disgusting. Whenever I hear people telling me, “You wouldn’t know until you try it”, I am not even intrigued. Somehow, this society leaves me questioned.

Are you a homosexual?

I am not sure. In spite of being unable to sexually arouse, I frequently get too attached to some men; heartthrob movie stars, the boys-next-door, the kind-hearted co-workers, strangers from Tinder. But, I emphasize once more; I don’t think I’d hook up with them. Whether it is just the fear I got or something, I would never try to imagine myself naked with someone else.

Have you ever been molested as a child?

Nah. I’ve got normal childhood and, as a matter of fact, this sexual orientation has nothing to do with my life in the past. I just think that I would never get laid forever.

Seriously. It’s pretty exhausting to be the only person around who doesn’t develop sexual attraction meanwhile i find a lot of guys keep hyping about the casual sex to bring up their privilege.

Well, I actually don’t mind about the idea of having sex, but I couldn’t find the reason why I have to do that. I have no obsession over penises nor pussies. They are just reproduction organs, so that is not what I may concern. However, no matter how hard I try to explain, people still don’t understand.

This is way too odd to live in society saturated by sex, sex, and sex inside-out. They say I simply have low-libido just because I don’t get horny. They say I got health issues I need more medical check-up.

 I, then, shake my head. I just don’t like being touched, it makes me uncomfortable. Yes, I do know it’s not cool being single neither having zero physical contact to someone, but it appears to me that I have to be fully genuine about my own space. I may face so many rejection due to this condition, I may not fit in, but being rejected doesn’t make me any less than others, does it? And I definitely believe that, someday, I will find someone who is supportive enough to have my back.

Because there is no shame in not having sex. Nor is there a shame of being an asexual. [ ]

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