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.

I’d seen her before. She’d smiled at me before. She looked shy. She was beautiful. I could see it in her eyes, her grace, the way she tucked her long, dark, shiny hair behind her ears into a ponytail. Golden earrings glinted from her lobes. Set in her clear-skinned face, her dark bright eyes peered from below her dark slender eyebrows, looking up at me with a subservience I found irresistible.

He asked me in his most serious tone, “...how am I supposed to leave you alone if you keep fucking with me?”

Sexual orientation describes what a person is sexually attracted to. It describes who a person is pursuing. Often this is just restricted to who we desire sexually, but it can also describe how we relate to others romantically. Sexual orientation is all about who you want to be with.

There is a strong connection between nudity and sexuality. It makes sense because for a lot of sexual activity, a person needs to be at least partially naked. We also may experience sexual desires from seeing someone else naked.

Have you ever felt a touch so exhilarating that it frees you from your own inhibitions?

This is my pussy power, and I flex it like a pro. I know my pussy changes lives, creates thoughts, and moves mountains, so I am careful with who I give it to. The chosen few, or many (however you want to look at it) have never forgotten it. WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT THIS? It's my way of establishing the fact that I am the owner of my pussy. No one that doesn't take care of it or see about it can judge its feelings or movements in society. If this pussy chooses to sample the variety of phallus and tongues this world has to offer, it shall 'til its heart's content. I have a desire to slide on new dick, cum on fresh tongue, and moan a new name every time I get undressed, and no one will make me feel less of myself because of it.

In previous years, dating was purely for marital purposes and almost led to romantic relationships. However, there has been a great change in the dating arena, with more people dating and hooking up for just casual sex. This can be attributed to things like technology and sexual emancipation where many people are moving away from the old-held myths about sex outside marriage.

At first, when you look at the title of this subject, you would imagine that this article is erotic and sexy.

When I was growing up, sex was not talked about in my house. I discovered how sex worked by accident. My parents had bought a how-your-body-works kind of book that depicted various aspects of bodily functioning as machines. What they didn't realize was that there was a sex page, with a mommy machine and a daddy machine. Probably unsurprisingly, my reaction was ewww, gross!

Sex has been a central topic of discussion for centuries through literature, art, music, cinema, etc. It has become increasingly liberal throughout the years, however, it's still commonly stigmatised by many people, specifically religious groups. This is due to the deep rooted belief that sex is only acceptable once married and for reproduction purposes only. The Bible specifically points out, in radical terms, that either you wait until marriage and you're a good person, or you engage in premarital sex and you're a bad person. This notion is even embraced by loads of media today, portraying women as tempting, erotic succubus figures with the sole purpose of "corrupting" poor, wholesome men, which as comical as that sounds, is highly degrading and misleading.

What is going on with me? Is it hormones? Is there something animalistic dying to be released? I hope not. At this point, I think I'll take the raging hormones, to be honest. I don't want anything animalistic until I get more experience and I'm with a gal that is comfortable enough with me to want that—or the other way around with me, comfortable enough with a gal who likes it rough.