No Such Thing As Broken

Chapter One: Why I Hate This

One percent of all the humans on earth, over 7.5 billion, one percent of every child born lacks the fundamental ability to understand the idea that the "normal people" see as the essential motive for almost everything.

"Oh, look at this hottie." One of the girls next to Susan shoved a magazine in front of her face. There was a picture of a dude standing in a lake without a shirt. Clearly these girls were expecting a reaction, some sort of response that will accompany theirs. 

"That's," Susan paused, trying to figure out the response the girl was expecting. "Nice." The girl who was sitting next to her gave her a look and turned away. Oh well. It's not like she cared.

Sexuality is something that has become more and more accepted over the past couple of years. Certain areas more accepting than others. Certain populations more open to the idea of change than others. But there are a couple groups in this usually discriminated community that feel a little left out. This can be taken many ways. Some don't feel like they belong in the community, some feel like the community is ignoring them. There are even some who get attacked by said community members saying that they don't count. They what they have to face isn't discrimination so they shouldn't have pride in who they are as a human being.

"I wonder if she's gay." the girl whispered to her friend. Susan didn't pay much attention to their face, she didn't care. These are people who don't belong even in the groups of outcasts. Who get hurt by those who promise to accept. Susan didn't trust those kinds of people.

"No, I've never seen her go after a girl. I bet she's bi or maybe closeted about it." the girls friend muttered. The friend was an oriental girl with pale skin and dark eyes. If she was any smaller in height, it was possible for her to be mistaken as a porcelain doll. Tiny arms and perfect nails.

Bisexuals use to be the main focus of this, the one people knew about. The certain people, even those who they loved, would get mad at them, telling them to make up their minds and pick. But recently they have become more accepted than ever before. Their fight isn't over yet, but they've made progress. The Pan community still struggles but even they have been helped reach the light. Even the fluid have hope. Now, it was the Aces turn.

"Excuse me." the girl said. Susan turned to look at her. Actually looked at her. She had a round face and a tiny nose. Not the most pleasant thing to look at but then again, Susan did not tend to look at people's faces. Below the girl's neck was a miniscule set of shoulders and a rather straight figure line. "I think you're pretty and I was wondering if you were open to dating a girl?"

Susan looked at her, and the girl's friend, "I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm Ace."

To be an Ace is a rather loose term. There were the Asexuals, those who felt no sexual attraction. There were the Aromatics, those who felt no romantic attraction. There were even gray Ace, those who are some variant on the spectrum. Not thinking about sex but willing to settle down and have a family. 

"There's no such thing." The girls friend said, narrowing her small eyes. These sort of things were not very well accepted by outsiders. "Listen, if your not interested than say your not interested. No need to make something up."

Susan just smiled and moved to another seat.

Sometimes the Demis fall under the Ace umbrella but that's normally of their own accord because explaining what it means can be a pain and a half when you're dealing with someone with a thick skull. Especially if that someone is of conservative values who don't understand the difference between the lack of lust and the idea of waiting.

Susan was not sure if she was a Demi or a true Ace. She had never been that close to anyone. Never enough for the chance of a romantic attraction to move onto a sexual one.