💚🖤🤍💜 discovering myself
For a long time, I couldn’t quite put into words why romance and sex never really clicked for me. I liked people, I cared about them, but that spark everyone talked about, the crushes, the butterflies, the desire, just wasn’t there.
Eventually, I found the words that actually fit: aroace.
I don’t experience romantic or sexual attraction, and honestly, that makes sense of so many things I used to wonder about.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t notice beauty.
Sometimes I find men or women (or anyone, really) aesthetically attractive, the way someone carries themselves, their style, the energy they give off. It’s not about wanting them, it’s just a quiet kind of appreciation.
That’s why I also describe myself as bi-aesthetic aroace.
I can see beauty in anyone, but I don’t feel the need for romance or sex. It’s not absence, it’s peace.
Touch and closeness are personal for me, too. Being touched or crowded can make me anxious, and I’ve learned that letting someone close — physically or emotionally — is a privilege. It’s about trust, not distance.
Realising this about myself has been freeing. I don’t need to force a type of connection that doesn’t feel natural. I can still build strong friendships, deep bonds, and meaningful relationships — just in my own way.
It’s okay to exist outside the boxes. It’s okay to be comfortable with who you are, even if it doesn’t match what others expect.
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bi-aesthetic aroace | autistic | proud to know myself better
