For the longest time, I thought it was precisely that round, prominent section of flesh that I was into. After a few girlfriends couldn't awaken me sexually, I tried it out with guys. I flirted like it was nobody's business, and sometimes it worked. Yet, even then, I never mustered the nerve to go that extra mile.
Maybe it was my Asperger's syndrome. Maybe I just didn't know the right guy. Perhaps, I thought, there is something physically wrong with me. These questions and many more rolled through my brain as I pondered how it was possible to seem to not be into anything, sexually speaking, and yet still be attracted enough to make moves.
Truly, it wasn't until I found out about the little-known subset of asexuality on Reddit that I finally saw the light. I read the resources on AVEN and other forums. I talked to open aces. I read what little was available in the media that addressed what felt like a strange subculture. It was only then that I realized that something was missing. I wasn't sexually interested in people, and it was perfectly alright to be that way.
This was a revelation to me. Never before, in school or life in general, had I realized that it was possible to be a non-sexual human, to work against biology and societal pressure not by will, but by just being. This was a shock to me, and I knew it would be a shock to those closest to me.
Coming out to my friends and family was the hardest thing I've ever done. Why was it such a big deal? It shouldn't have been. But I think most people still find the notion of asexuality very hard to accept.


