I’d probably think I was being childish every time I averted my eyes from sex scenes out of discomfort. In tenth grade.
I’d probably think I was being weird whenever people asked me sexual questions and my stomach dropped in genuine disgust. In eleventh grade.
I’d probably think I was whining when I thought it unfair for me to have periods if I didn’t want to have sex and birth children. In twelfth grade.
I’d probably hate my body for not being “perfect enough” for anyone to want me.
In fact if I didn’t know about asexuality, I don’t think I’d be here today.
But I know that I’m asexual. I am not broken, I am not a freak, I am not childish or prude.
I am beautiful, in my soul and in my body.
And I needed to know that I was asexual, before I could truly accept these things.
So thank you to all the blogs that told me time and time again, that there is nothing wrong with me.
The problem with this being a sexy blog is I have like ZERO PEOPLE TO TALK ABOUT THAT STAR WARS TRAILER WITH. Where are my nerdy followers? Those ATATs?! They looked like apes! Omfg Finn vs PHASMA. Shoot your mother Ben. I fucking dare you. …..SOMEONE BUY ME A PORG.