Person: *goes in for a kiss*
Me: *ducks in asexual panic*
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Person: *goes in for a kiss*
Me: *ducks in asexual panic*
Why is it so taboo to eat at a restaurant alone? I don't need your sympathetic side glances. I chose to be here by myself.
Who decided that holding hands had to be a romantic thing? Why can't I just hold hands with my home girl in the grocery store because I feel safer knowing someone can't kidnap me without kidnapping her? You just wanted one girl? Sorry sis, now you got two.
My ex: She's just a virgin who doesn't know how to kiss
I'm a hoE for platonic relationships in stories. Sue me.
That vomit inducing feeling of walking in on an extremely detailed sexual conversation.
(the following awkward feeling when everyone else is laughing about it and your just....)
The first time I realized that I was probably asexual was when my first boyfriend kissed me and I actually wanted to vomit afterwards.
In retrospect, I should have realized I was asexual the day my fourteen year old self received her first dick pick. I genuinely believed it was a disfigured arm, and when my mom told me otherwise, I decided then and there that I never wanted to see another penis again.