Okay, so, “no sexual attraction”, right? Let me tell you about my little adventure into this whole thing. It all started a few months back. I began to notice that I wasn’t really feeling that, you know, spark, that others seemed to talk about all the time. Yeah, I could appreciate someone’s looks, but it didn’t really go further than that. No real desire to do the deed, if you catch my drift.
At first, I was like, “What’s going on with me?” I started to dig around on the internet, trying to figure out what was up. I came across this term, “asexuality,” and I was like, “Huh, could that be it?” I found out that there were actually people out there who felt the same way. I mean, it’s not like you hear about it every day, right?
Realization
- I read about how some asexual people still wanted relationships, just not the sexual part. They were into the emotional connection, the cuddling, the holding hands, all that romantic stuff.
- Then I learned that there were others who were perfectly happy on their own, no relationship needed. And that was totally cool too.
- I spent hours reading personal stories, watching videos, just trying to get my head around it all. It was kind of eye-opening, to be honest.
- I talked to a few folks online who identified as asexual, and it was kind of comforting to hear their experiences. It made me feel less alone, you know?
Then, I started to think about my own past relationships. I mean, I’ve had a few, but sex was never really a big deal for me. I always thought I was just, you know, “low libido” or something. But then I realized, maybe it wasn’t that. Maybe I just wasn’t into sex like that.
I started to experiment a bit with my own feelings. I tried to see if I could get into the whole, you know, sexual attraction thing. I watched some spicy movies, read some romance novels, the whole nine yards. But it just didn’t do anything for me. It was like, “Meh, whatever.” It just felt forced, you know?
So, after a while, I came to the conclusion that yeah, maybe I am asexual. It’s not a big deal, really. It’s just how I am. I’m still figuring things out, but it’s been a real journey of self-discovery. And honestly, it’s kind of a relief to finally have a name for it. It’s like, “Okay, this is me, and that’s perfectly fine.” No pressure, no expectations, just being myself.
I talk about it with friends now, some are cool with it, some are confused, but most of them don’t really care. It is not that big of a deal, to be honest. Life goes on, and I am pretty happy with the way things are going.
