Sherlock is AWESOME
I know I haven't posted in light years (internet time), but whenever the urge hits me, I'm never at the computer. By the time I get home and get my hands on the laptop, I've forgotten that I wanted to post something. And really? My life is not that interesting.
However, I have realised that I DO have something to say.
I'm coming out, in fact.
Some of you know about the discussion that has popped up about the new version of Sherlock Homes (BBC Sherlock), where they have gone with making Sherlock asexual. It made me look up what asexuality meant, which is someone who is not sexually attracted to other people.
There are different levels of asexuality which I will go into another time, but the important thing is that I realised that the definition applied to ME.
It was not really as obvious as you might think it should have been. Oh come on! Sex is brought up in everything (ads, anyone?) and I believed that I was supposed to want people that way. I never even read the word 'asexual' until last year. I really started thinking that there was something wrong with me, which wasn't fun.
My sister used to tease me about being fussy. Actually, no I wasn't. I just didn't want them to get any further than a hug or a kiss (one guy told me that I'm a very good kisser actually, ha ha!). I think a part of me was sabotaging any potential relationship because I didn't want to end up in the bedroom. Not that I was dating very often. Hardly ever, in fact.
Now that I'm aware of my own motivations, any relationships I have from this point on will be a lot more honest. Whether he will take it well is another story, but there are asexuals in relationships with sexual people who make it work. Or I could meet another asexual, which would be awesome.
I feel like my journey has hardly begun.
However, I have realised that I DO have something to say.
I'm coming out, in fact.
Some of you know about the discussion that has popped up about the new version of Sherlock Homes (BBC Sherlock), where they have gone with making Sherlock asexual. It made me look up what asexuality meant, which is someone who is not sexually attracted to other people.
There are different levels of asexuality which I will go into another time, but the important thing is that I realised that the definition applied to ME.
It was not really as obvious as you might think it should have been. Oh come on! Sex is brought up in everything (ads, anyone?) and I believed that I was supposed to want people that way. I never even read the word 'asexual' until last year. I really started thinking that there was something wrong with me, which wasn't fun.
My sister used to tease me about being fussy. Actually, no I wasn't. I just didn't want them to get any further than a hug or a kiss (one guy told me that I'm a very good kisser actually, ha ha!). I think a part of me was sabotaging any potential relationship because I didn't want to end up in the bedroom. Not that I was dating very often. Hardly ever, in fact.
Now that I'm aware of my own motivations, any relationships I have from this point on will be a lot more honest. Whether he will take it well is another story, but there are asexuals in relationships with sexual people who make it work. Or I could meet another asexual, which would be awesome.
I feel like my journey has hardly begun.