Sexuality

[singing_witch]

Once again, I don't normally post comments before my poems, but this one deserves one. This poem is about me. It's about my life. It's about being asexual in a world where few people understand what that means. This one goes out to all of those asexuals who have ever felt alone and/or misunderstood in their sexuality.
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When you think 'sexuality,' three words come to mind.

But I'm not:

Gay

Straight

Or bi.

I'm asexual.

Being asexual doesn't mean that:

I hate people

I don't have a gender

Or there is something wrong with me.

It just means I'm not sexual.

Just because I don't want to have sex

Doesn't mean that:

I'm screwed up

I had a bad experience

I'm a scared little virgin

I'm a prude

Or I still haven't found 'The One.'

It's because I'm asexual.

You can't cure me because asexuality isn't a disease.

It's a waste of money to send me to:

A therapist

A hypnotist

A doctor

Or neurologist.

I'm not sick.

I don't think that:

Sex is gross

No one should have sex

Or people having sex don't have 'pure' love.

Sex just isn't for me.

I'm just like everyone else. I'm not cold and unfeeling.

I can:

Make friends

Laugh

Cry

Sympathize

Feel anger

Become jealous

Mourn

And be happy.

I'm asexual, but:

I can still fall in love.