About Rose Tucker

Chapter One

I could taste the blood on my lip from where I bit too hard. It tasted like iron, a cool metallic flavor. I could hear my heart beating out of my chest, like an aggravated drummer beating the base of a heavy tune. I could hear the rush of my pulse, could feel it throbbing all over my body.

If I knew this is the reaction I would've had when meeting her, I wouldn't have agreed to a first date at all.

Sorry, let me begin again.

This all started two weeks ago when I was on my last date. Ever. I was at Tony Kingston's place. Which was a mistake to begin with.

"Come on, I bet you I can make you feel good."

I didn't know one person who didn't say those words to me after I came out.

I had stopped writing panromantic asexual on my dating profile for Queer-ish because of this exact moment. I would meet with someone and the date would go well. I'd give them a ride home, or we'd walk back to their place, whichever. It didn't matter, the outcome was always the same.

"You need to stop suppressing your sexuality. Just accept it. You're a sexual human being. We all are."

And that was the final straw, I got off his couch and left him there.

Final verdict? Another bust.

I went home that night with every intention of deleting that stupid app. No one wanted to date an asexual.

Maybe I should just embrace it? I could be allosexual? How hard could it be? The finger goes into a hole or the penis goes into a hole. I should watch some porn, maybe that'll explain things better.

I opened up the computer and went to pornsimulator.com. I clicked on the first video available and was taken aback. There were ropes, and chains and some sort of spanking thing happening. It was frightening, to say the least.

Yeah, maybe this sex thing wasn't for me. And I should delete the app after all.

I made a mental note to get to it first thing tomorrow morning.