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
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I was said to be
𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝,
𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞...
𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.
I had heard it so much in my life that it had manifested into a truth that remained rock solid in my brain. It consumed every surface of my body and mind like a deadly cancer
It had become a promise to myself. A reminder. A standard.
It was a rule applied to every person in my life, except him...
He was the same as I was; no matter how different our outside identities were. We were cut from the same cloth on the inside. There was no denying that he and I were both broken souls left in a broken world.
Both craving an eternal slumber before we met, but his darkness played so well with mine that suddenly it began feeling more like light, warmth, goodness... a happy ending.
"...𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲... 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂,"
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Partying.
That was the one thing Chandler did best, and everyone in town knew that. But when one of her parties get out of hand and the cops are called, she's in for a rude awakening as she comes face to face with the new guy in town: Officer Herrera.
He's wasn't like the usual officers she dealt with, and she finds that out quite quickly as she gets dragged away to jail for the night.
They both wish to never see each other again, but there was something stronger than their dislike for each other keeping them together.
The stronger their dislike grows, the more attached they become, until the lines become so blurred that they can't tell the difference between hatred and love anymore.
They could say they hated each other, but if anything, a small part of them knew it would turn into love.
If that love would last once everything was revealed... It was only a matter of time before they found out.
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