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
Geovanni
Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes.
Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe.
Jordan.
I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt.
"Did you see her Jordan?"
"Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her,"
"Why do I have to turn her?"
"Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you,"
"I didn't hate pops,"
"You wanted to join though,"
"True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions,"
I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.