autobiography

People tend to think that growing up asexual in a conservative Christian home is simple. Your parents don’t want you to have sex, you’re not going to have sex. Simple.

When in fact, it still fucks you up, just in a much subtler way.

Conservative Christians are actually obsessed with sex. It’s no wonder, because sexual feelings are a natural part of the human experience for many people. You have to work hard to do away with something that is a natural part of you. You have to shove it into a little box and every time it slips out (cause it will, you’re human) you have to shove it back in. And then beat yourself up for letting it slip out.

It becomes this mystical force that will ruin your life, unless you let it out at the right time. When there’s a ring on it and not a moment before. Unless of course you’re attracted to the same sex, and in that case, Never.

Everyone knows that puberty is when sexual awakening starts. And if parents want to nip it in the bud they have to stay on top of that shit, and this is the time when most teenagers start considering sex. If you’re a “normal” sexual individual starting to get those urges, you have to sneak around your parents boundaries to pursue or even learn about this stuff. Your parents know that, and are waiting around corners to catch you with promise rings and pamphlets about STDs and passages in the Bible that say “don’t have sex”.

When you’re asexual, you’re watching all this from the outside. You see your peers sneaking round corners, and you don’t really care. When you were twelve your parents said “don’t have sex!” and you said “Ok!” and went back to drawing dragons. Nothing has changed since you became a teenager. But your parents are watching you with hawk eyes, and they’re even more frustrated when they see you showing no interest in sex at all. EVERYONE has sexual urges they have to curb, so you must just be really good at hiding it. So they watch you closer and closer and closer. You saunter round the corner your peers would be sneaking round, and your parents pop out and scream “Were you having sex!?” and you scream “No?!” because you were startled by this ambush and the idea of sex that couldn’t be farther from your mind but they take your vehement denial to be a sign of guilt and they keep pressing and pressing and pressing…

It gets even weirder when you’re assigned female. Cause you can say “I don’t have sexual feelings at all” and your mother will say “you’re a woman, of course you don’t. No woman does.” But they’re still waiting round those corners for you to slip up and do the sex. And they give you this picture of the future that “you’re a woman and you don’t want sex, but men NEED sex they NEED IT SO BAD so it’s something you’re going to have to do to keep your man happy”. If you’ve got a somewhat progressive mother she’ll add, “don’t worry, you’ll love it you’ll have so much fun once you’re married” to keep it from becoming a creepy lay-back-and-think-of-England thing, but it still becomes this thing that people will do TO you. You don’t need to have feelings at all on the matter, it’ll just happen.

Not to mention there’s the idea that marriage is the highest of achievements cause like, God is both male and female so when a male and a female marry they are basically the closest to God they’re ever gonna get. It’s ultimate happiness AND you FINALLY get to have the sex that’s been denied you and how on earth does a kid tell their parents they don’t want what is, for them, the greatest prize in this life?

All these messages are weird as fuck for an asexual kid. You don’t really care about this mystical force, but your parents, your pastor, your church peers, are always shoving it in your face as something awful and wonderful. So you get the idea that it’s something super important you never got the memo for. Just like in mainstream society, where sex is the Best Thing Ever, no one believes you when you say you don’t want it.

All of this has, for me at least, led to severe anxiety surrounding the topics of sex and marriage. It may be different for other people, but I think it’s safe to say that things aren’t simple for any of us when it comes to a heteronormative, sex negative and yet sex obsessed society.

book asks!

CHOOSE BETWEEN:

1. Libraries or bookstores?

2. Hardcover or paperback?

3. Hard copies or ereaders?

4. Bookmarks or dogears?

5. New books or worn books?

FAVORITE:

1. Genre?

2. Author?

3. Series?

4. Individual book?

5. Classic book?

ENVIRONMENT:

1. Favorite time of day to read?

2. Favorite place to read?

3. Silence or background noise?

4. Preferred weather for reading?

5. Favorite reading-time snack?

PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE:

1. Favorite childhood book?

2. Currently reading?

3. Book you want to read most?

4. Reading goals?

5. Book you could read forever?

ANTI-FAVORITES:

1. Worst book you’ve read?

2. Book you couldn’t even finish?

3. Book you didn’t understand?

4. Most overrated book?

5. Problematic book?

AESTHETIC: (feel free to include pictures!)

1. Prettiest cover?

2. Best illustrations?

3. Favorite map in a book?

4. Best overall book aesthetic?

5. Ugliest book?

GENRE:

1. Scariest book?

2. Best fantasy world?

3. Funniest book?

4. Saddest book?

5. Book you would never want to read?

CHARACTERS:

1. Character you wish to be friends with?

2. Favorite antagonist?

3. Favorite protag?

4. Favorite supporting?

5. Most-hated character?

That image of Joan of Arc burning up in a fire burned inside me like a new religion. Her face skyward. Her faith muscled up like a holy war. And always the voice of a father in her head. Like me. Jesus. What is a thin man pinned to wood next to the image of a burning woman warrior ablaze? I took the image of a burning woman into my heart and left belief to the house of father forever.
—  From The Chronology of Water by Lidia Yuknavitch
But life doesn’t often spell things out for you or give you what you want exactly when you want it, otherwise it wouldn’t be called life, it would be called vending machine.
—  Lauren Graham, Talking as Fast as I Can: From Gilmore Girls to Gilmore Girls

anonymous asked:

Probably the most random question I could ever ask, but what would the name of either a biography about you or your autobiography be?

(( OOC: Welp… 

Ask the Boy Who Knew Nothing.

The Life and Times of an Insomniac. 

Harry Potter and the Blog of Soft Core Porn. 

How to Order the Same Five Dishes At Every Restaurant. 

The Comfort Zone.

Pretty in Plaid. 

Naked Friends. 

The Abomination that is Foie Gras.

TMI Tuesday.

Life Without Pants. 

Don’t Your Legs Get Cold? 

A Life Lived in Bed with No Sleep to be Had. 

Why Am I Always Tired?

The Good, the Bad… and the Harry. 

The Mystery Between My Thighs.

Nap Time.

Au Natural! 

Crude and Nude.

27 Years a Virgin. 

Long Hair, Don’t Care.

TRIGGERED!

What Did I Do in a Previous Life to Deserve This?

Remus Lupin is Better Than You.

How to Avoid Showering in One Easy Step.

Why Do I Smell Like B.O.?  

I’m Internet Famous. 

Do It For The Vine. 

“Your Gifs Won’t Load.” 

In Defense of James Fleamont Potter.

I’ve got 99 Problems and the Church is All of them.

Cheaper by the Dozen is a Lie.

How to Adult? No, Really, How…

My Inbox Gives Me Anxiety.

What is Technology? 

Light Weight. 

A Guide On How To Be Nice To Assholes. 

How to Seduce Elderly Women with Only Your Eyebrows. 

Hi Reader, I’m Dad.

Grandpa at Only 27. 

The Gays Do It Better.

Party in Hell. 

My Girlfriend Lives in Europe and all I Got was this Lousy T-shirt. 

I Can’t Afford a Good Title.

TFW You Name Your RP Blog After the Main Character of a Novel but You Never Actually Play the Character You Named Your Blog For. 

Bisexual Fingerguns. 

Please God, Don’t Let My Relatives Find My Blog.

Life With a Cheeto for President. 

We’re All Going To Die Someday, Might As Well. 

Split. 

…….. What titles can you guys think of? ))