Published about a month ago
Asexuality is complex as a whole. The various degrees of it are hard to digest as one thinks: I like guys (or girls) but I feel deep connections only after I get to know them. Or: I have no sexual attraction towards anyone nor do I feel romantic attraction no matter how well I know them. For me, I am still mapping out the degree of my asexuality. I discovered I am asexual when I turned 21. I am 22 now and do I wish I had known sooner? Not entirely. There is a huge possibility that I would not have thought there was something wrong with me and had felt the need to act out sexually in order to feel something. At the same time, I feel that not knowing and discovering something about yourself on your own, in your own way, is beautiful. It is like finding a dusty puzzle piece underneath a sofa after months and you are one step closer to finishing something challenging. Personalities, identities—the mind—it is all complex. I am not a complete rebel, but I do like to discover things on my own when it is against the wishes of others. Within reason. My virginity was one of these things.