Asexuals Aren't Aliens

"Are you some kind of emotionless, robotic, alien?"

"Are you some kind of mindless, dumb, zombie?"

I, Winona Alastor Mavis had spent most of my life contemplating on why in utter hell I couldn't feel the things the other kids could feel. While the other teens my age frolicked around and got laid, I was at my house reading. While the other girls were excited about Channing Tatum or Ruby Rose, I was excited about dragons and fantasy.

And when I finally knew the answer, it had led me to a life of people not taking me seriously and fighting the urge to not shove a book down their throats or go all Janis from Mean Girls up in their ass.

I am ASEXUAL, not AROMANTIC-and yes, I'm still a functioning human being with a stable life and definitely not an high-functioning sociopathic alien.

I'm not AROMATIC either, and I am definitely not AUTOMATIC, SYSTEMATIC, and HYDROMATIC-why then I'd be GREASED LIGHTNINGGG.

Don't be stupid. I'm not a car, either.

*coughs* And yeah, I deeply apologize for that Grease reference.