I talk about my strange life and my experiences as a nonbinary pansexual person.

My thoughts on demisexuality, as someone who is beginning to identify as a demisexual themselves. Demisexuality. It still has that little red dotted line under it; the word is so new to us that it hasn’t even been put in the dictionary. Its so new to the world, its so young, not many people understand it. As someone who had no idea it existed up until a few days before writing this, it took me article after article to grasp the concept. Not because it seemed fake, but because it was so me. It certainly sounds strange, something sounding so me, But how can something you’ve never heard of sound so you? How can you know its you, if you barely understand what it is? Let alone what you are? For me, it was like a puzzle piece that I found under the couch; the one that completed the picture I had been trying to solve for ages. The puzzle with the lacking piece not only made me feel incomplete, but outcasted. It was the one key to figuring out why I always felt different, and I why I never seemed to fit into the category of bi, or pan, or hetero, or homo, or A-grey. No matter how much I researched the terms and their definitions, there was always a tiny voice that just knew something about each one of those was wrong. I’m heterosexual, yes, but something always felt strange about crushing on a stranger. My friends would always try to find me someone to crush on, and yeah, maybe I had a slight rush of attraction, but it faded faster than it came. As I carefully researched sexuality, I came across something I hadn’t ever heard of before. Demisexuality. The more I read about it, the more I was just thinking yes! this is me! It was as if that puzzle piece that I never seemed to be able to find, finally showed itself. Demisexuality is not asexuality, and that is the most important thing to note. This is the Pt 1 of the full self written article because it was too long to fit, part two will have the same title with an added 'Pt 2'. Thanks for reading, -Q

This book is how I found out on my sexuality. And how my life is because I'm in desperate need of one. Enjoy. Comment if you have any questions. Pm me if you wanna speak privately, and I will answer to the best of my ability. If you want me to write about anything, give me a suggestion and I'll give my opinion on it.

"Maybe the little bruises and cuts that show up on your body seemingly out of nowhere are actually little injuries that happened to your soulmate, and you get the same marks on your skin as them." ** Natsuki's mother died when she had just entered school for the very first time. Her father was heartbroken. He blamed his poor, helpless daughter. No emotions lived in his body. The only satisfaction he felt was when he beat or starved Natsuki. The bruises on her body faded quickly...maybe she was just strong. Yuri had anxiety and always had a strong urge to cut herself. Every day at a specific time, she cut herself in the bathroom. She craved the relief it gave her, and the cuts healed quickly, never leaving a scar. But when Yuri notices odd bruises, and Natsuki sees scars on her arms, fate could bring the two closer than they expected. ** 🏆First Prize winner in the Comet Awards :) ©All other rights reserved. The storyline is mineminemineminemine.

Natsuki and Yuri were childhood friends. Natsuki fell in love once. She had been so young, it had become a distant memory. Part of her began to believe her mind had made it up to distract her from Papa. Yuri fell in love once. Her heart had shattered into a million pieces, and she closed off her heart. After years of keeping herself hidden, she finds herself unable to fall in love. She hides her true self behind deep insecurities and a false sense of perfection. Love began to fade away for her. When the two meet again, after years of being apart, they realize that one of them had changed so drastically, their bond might have broken in the process. Will their story end here, with no future, or is their story more than the past?