Ever since I was a little girl, my mom taught me I shouldn’t love anyone or anything because of its victories. “You choose one, you love one, forever, through it’s victories and defeats”, she said. “You can’t just give up on something because one bad thing happened.” I didn’t understand what was she saying then but today I completely understand. I love one team. I stick to it. It doesn’t matter if they win, if they lose or is it a draw. They are the best for me. One of the most beautiful things is seeing them winning. It’s not about trophies and prizes. It’s about believing in them. Mes que un club. Som un equip, som una família. Visca el Barca y Visca Catalunya!
I just thought of a really good metaphor for explaining my asexuality! To me sexual attraction is like football: it’s super popular and everyone’s obsessed with it, and I can acknowledge that it’s a sport that people are big fans of, I just don’t really understand the hype and why people make such a big deal about it.