My Asexuality - a Poem
A poem about Asexuality.
I'm an asexual.
When everyone else was thinking about what their fellow peers looked like under his or her clothes, I was thinking about what I'd have for lunch.
When others had sexual fantasies, I acted out a long journey that I tried to put into story.
I cover my eyes just as much if it's a naked lady or if it's a naked guy.
Junk ruins a picture for me. It's just that - junk.
I've never had an orgasm in my life. I've never known what it was like to have one, or even fake one. And I don't have any urge to.
The last time I had an erection was over six months ago. If I were to not count those, and only count the natural erections? The last one I had was roughly eleven years ago when I was going through puberty.
I never had to disguise an awkward boner at work.
The thought of sex just grosses me out at worst, or at best, I just think of what other stuff I could be doing.
Not even fictional characters get me aroused at all.
I do sexy yiffy things because I believe my friends will enjoy to do an RP with that content in it.
I can't be turned on by anything but I can certainly be turned off.
I never cared at all that I am in my twenties yet am still a virgin. I would not be surprised if I died a virgin.
I see girls pouring cold water on their shirts and nothing happens.
A team of girls ran past me and I just kept reading. I didn't even notice that they were wearing Hooters-Approved uniforms until someone pointed that out to me.
I saw guys at the beach and felt nothing.
Pornography to me has as much taste as the paper it's printed on.
I may have had a girlfriend, but I never felt any urge to do anything apart from hug, kiss, or spend time together.
I find fetisthistic content actually somewhat fun to play out, such as transformation. Every time I read a TF story, I'd hit the "Back" or "Delete" button the second they started to have sex.
I'd watch pornographic movies and just start looking at the nearest clock, wondering how long I wasted.
I don't know what it's like to be "horny".
When I learned the answer to the infamous question of, "How is Babby made?", I simply thought one thing: "I'm going to stick this WHERE?"
I am not asexual because I just "haven't met the right person" yet - I just have no interest in sex.
I'm not gay. But I'm not straight either. I'm just that. Asexual.