Month: March 2014

The Kind Reassurances I Got From Allosexuals When Determining My Identity

(Standard context: I’m 24-years-old, cis-female, wtfromantic, and 100% asexual.)

When I questioned my “straightness”, feeling pretty much equally obsessively in love with actress Kristen Bell for her personality and everything about her (I could appreciate her beauty, as well) as I felt for my male celebrity obsessions like Milo Ventimiglia… a friend of mine on twitter reassured me. (See these two fanvideos I made years ago: Kristen Bell Tribute – [“Pose” – Daddy Yankee] and Milo Ventimiglia Tribute – Ain’t No Other Man.) As I described my feelings of confusion in brief 140 character snippets, my fandom friend told me, “You’re probably not bi. I thought about that possibility really briefly too. Don’t worry, it happens, but it will pass. You’ll probably feel confident in your straightness again soon.” I didn’t know about asexuality as a real possibility at the time. I had always assumed I was straight. But I think once every two years or so, very rarely but still periodically during my entire adolescence into my young adulthood, I would consider the fact that I might be bi. I knew I experienced some kind of feeling where I could let myself “fall in love with” the male gender, but I wondered if the only reason I didn’t feel this way about the female gender too was because of heteronormativity? And I noticed in the case of Kristen Bell vs. Milo Ventimiglia… my feelings weren’t really all that discernibly different. I wondered if it had been a self-fulfilling prophecy when I had assumed I was straight that I’d just point my feelings in a straight direction. When I tried to think about how I felt about the prospect of sex with… either gender (and I still believed there to be only 2 genders at the time)… I quickly got to the point where I was uncomfortable in my own thoughts and moved on without too much introspection. But I never could completely shake my doubts. People like this twitter friend of mine did make me feel more confident than ever in my hetero-ness, and it took until recently for me to realize my romantic orientation really might not be hetero, if I have one at all. That my doubts were valid, and that she was wrong to try to tell me not to take my considerations seriously.

When I told my freshman roommates in college that despite being 18/19 years old, I had still never dated anyone, never even kissed anyone yet… they told me that was good. That romantic relationships in high school are messy and confusing and immature and it’s probably better to wait to be mature and older before starting to date anyway. That it’s no big deal to be 19 and still completely experience-less when it comes to all this romance stuff. I watched one of these two girls continue a romantic relationship of hers from high school, though, and invite the boy into our dorm room on many occasions, cuddling with him and acting comfortably in love. I had always felt a bit different than my “fellow heterosexual” peers, but for a long time I didn’t realize just how different I was, and I didn’t really care. When I told my college roommates I was insanely inexperienced, I think I was trying to project a non-sexual/non-experienced identity out and not much more. While still actively checking the “heterosexual” box on places like Facebook, my identity has always been “asexual” whether I knew it or not, and I think I wasn’t asking for reassurance in that moment but rather I was trying to prevent people assuming incorrect things about me – like potentially assuming that I was “allosexual”, despite the fact that I was not actually that in touch with the truth at that time.

When I graduated college and decided to try online dating and got to a second date and my very first kissing experience ever, which included multiple “making out” attempts in a row while standing on a city sidewalk… I called up my younger brother on the phone and asked him if your first kiss was supposed to feel this much like “nothing”. I asked him for his perspective, given his kissing experiences, and told him about the complete disappointment and lack of “spark” I felt when I tried kissing this guy. My brother assured me that the first time you kiss is really awkward and it takes a few tries before you really enjoy it.

When I tried kissing a second guy (a guy who ended up becoming my boyfriend), and I felt the same way, and strongly suspected at this point that nothing I had ever experienced in my life could count as sexual attraction toward anyone nor sexual desire… I looked to two different online fandom friends of mine for advice. I actually informed them that I feared I might be asexual and what that meant, albeit I’m sure it was in a not-really-detailed-enough way they didn’t fully understand, and then I told them about my experiences kissing this guy, and both of these women in their late twenties told me that they too did not enjoy kissing guys who they loved at first, and since it was clear I really liked my soon-to-be-boyfriend, my relationship was bound to work out and I’d like kissing him eventually. One of these two women is a Jehovah’s Witness and waited to have sex until she was already  married and was open with me about her first sexual experiences at first, and that it took some practice before they found it enjoyable, but that now “mind-blowing” is an understatement for how she experienced their sex. She told me she’d feared they’d never enjoy sex when they had first tried it but by the end of their honeymoon… that was not an issue.

Is it really true that my asexual experiences can line up in these ways with allosexual experiences? That these little things that had me doubting my allosexuality are also very similar experiences to what these allosexuals in my life felt? I find it hard to believe that my brother ever felt this much of a lack of spark when he tried kissing a girl, even for the first time. I find it hard to believe that my Jehovah’s Witness friend could have sex with her husband and not enjoy it at all if she really is able to find it mind-blowingly awesome in the present – she probably felt partially aroused the first time, and felt the excitement of sexual attraction as well! 😛 (I know she is very in love with her husband.)

When I asked for advice from these people, I think what I wanted to hear, deep down, was “What? I can’t relate to that experience at all,” so that I could confirm for myself that I really was, definitely, very different than allosexual people in my life. But instead, people tried to assure me that what I was experiencing was close enough to their experience and I probably was “like them.” And I felt more confused than ever, drawn toward both the possibility of being ace and yet also in the opposite direction toward the possibility of being allo.

I’m not sure what my point is in writing this whole little post. I just felt like sharing. And I wonder… what would have been the best advice for them to have given me, in an ideal world? What would have helped me the most when I turned to the people I trusted to help guide me toward the truth, which was my asexual identity? I don’t really know.

Now that I knew I was asexual, I found myself squirming!

This is my submission for the Carnival of Aces topic for the month of March 2014. The topic is “Interactions with Others”. I hope I at least kind of replied to the topic in an appropriate way? 😛

(Note for some context: I’m 24-years-old and at the moment identifying as a wtfromantic asexual young woman.)
Ever since I started seriously considering the idea that I might truly be asexual, many more of my conversations with my dad and my brother, who are my closest “friends” in the world, started to become about the topics of both sexuality and asexuality. That is one fairly obvious way my interactions with a couple of specific other people have changed. It’s only natural for me to talk about a topic that has been on my mind a lot with them. In fact, my asexuality actually changed nothing in terms of my relationships with my dad and with my brother. 😛 Because, per usual, we are comfortable talking about anything and everything with each other. Which is wonderful. Every once in a while they’ll bring up my asexuality or asexuality in general on their own now. I feel happy and accepted in their company, as I always have.

But for everyone else… it has maybe changed my interactions with them!  I have come out as asexual to pretty much everyone who matters to me, to some degree or another. I made a post on Facebook explaining that I’d broken up with my boyfriend over my asexuality, and including a few links and trying to explain what asexuality was to any of my real life acquaintances on Facebook who happened to read it. I am open on tumblr and twitter and YouTube and even on my profile lol so all of my online friends/acquaintances might now know.

My uncle died about a month or so after I’d officially declared myself asexual, and when I was spending time with his widowed wife (my aunt) for a few days preceding the funeral, her best friend was over at the house too. This woman who I had never met before was very nice, and very talkative. She kept making comments to me about “one day when you have a husband” and this made me much more uncomfortable than it ever had in my entire pre-asexual identifying history. Because now I realized that I didn’t really plan to have a husband. I think I must have been squirming a little. Being a little too quiet in reaction to some of those comments. Because eventually she basically asked me if I was a lesbian. 😛 I awkwardly and hesitantly came out as asexual for the first time really “in person”. Everyone else I had come out to online. It was hard to talk about my asexuality with a stranger who I was afraid might not understand. She was… somewhere between the unwanted sympathizer and the unwanted therapist as outlined in anagnori’s wonderful post, being nice but really not understanding me at all. My aunt also was in the room listening to our conversation but not commenting at all. I wasn’t ever sure if she’d read my Facebook post, but now she had heard me come out. I then complained about my aunt’s friend’s reaction to my asexuality in a car ride a couple of hours later (a car ride with my dad and my 16-year-old cousin). I wasn’t really sure what my cousin knew or didn’t know, but I spoke of it openly in front of him as a way of maybe hoping he’d have something to say.

In general, most of the people who I am sure know I am asexual – my brother’s girlfriend, two of my cousins, two of my aunts, my grandmother, my closest old friends from high school – I think I have now made things really awkward for myself, to a small degree lol. We all can still interact the same as we could before… except… I think now everyone is afraid to bring up anything remotely related to sex or relationships around me. And even if they’re not and I’m just imagining it… the thing is *I* would really love to talk about it. Especially to my Mormon friend who is getting married in a month at age 23. She had no problem waiting to have sex until this marriage of hers, and she’s pretty “old” to still be unmarried by Mormon standards… and I suspect she may be on the asexual spectrum because of her attitudes but I am afraid to bring up this kind of taboo subject of “sex” including in the frame of asexuality with her. I am afraid even with my secular friends and family. I think about my asexuality and I’m way more curious now than I ever was before about how they all experience sexual attraction and sexual desire. When I get close to bringing it up, I chicken-out. And I think for me, at the moment, as someone who’s only been officially asexual for about 5 months, this results in me finding myself internally having silent struggles with myself around people who I used to feel a little more comfortable talking about anything/everything with. I mean, maybe not everything.

I’ve always felt similarly about discussing my abusive and mentally ill mother with them – even with people like my aunts and uncles who are actually my mother’s siblings! It’s this thing where I’d love to be able to talk to them for hours about this one subject, preferably one-on-one, and really hash everything out, so that they don’t pity me in ways they shouldn’t, or judge me, or do all sorts of things that result in them not actually understanding where I’m coming from.

But my asexuality has heightened this, because I want to talk about it quite badly.  With my mother, a lot of the time I’m quite happy forgetting about her existing. People close to me do know enough, too. I think I have not been able to talk about my mother enough with them, but actually I have been able to talk about her more than I ever have been able to talk about my asexuality. But I want to spread awareness and understanding.

I sort of suspect that for years all of these people in my life have been judging my lack of romantic relationships as evidence that I was a closeted lesbian or… making some other incorrect assumption about me. I want, quite badly, to finally rectify their misconceptions because now I finally actually have something to say on the subject. But I feel like it’s never the “right time” to bring up something so personal – I’m usually seeing these people in settings where it’s just not quite appropriate – and so I end up just keeping it all to myself and letting myself squirm. Hopefully one day this will change and I’ll get the chance to properly express myself to many more of the people who I so desperately want to.

I think I’m… wtfromantic. Or maybe heteroromantic. Or aromantic? Or panromantic? AH I DON’T KNOW.

This post, below, is mainly a response to The Ace Theist’s newest blog post, Puzzling Over Crushes. It’s also just me mulling over a ton of thoughts I’ve been having for a while and actually typing them out because I feel like sharing. Warning: Lots of ridiculous rambling below, including a lot of extra autobiographical information that you really didn’t need to know but I’m sharing anyway. I am sharing my entire history for you guys because it’s also my way to hash it all out for myself – typing it out is like me thinking through all of it for the first time.


I am a 24-year-old young woman. I identify as asexual, and currently I am sort of considering my romantic orientation to be… in progress. Give me some more time to decide, please? Lol. I think I relate to some definitions I’ve seen given for wtfromantic more than anything else – mainly the definition that romantic love/attraction is too poorly defined, therefore I don’t know if I am aromantic or rather something else. I posted a blog post entitled What is the difference between Platonic and Romantic Love? a little while ago, which kind of highlights part of how confused I’ve been for some time now. 😛 Anyone else in this position?

So back to my story… I grew up in a hetero-normative culture, of course. So I assumed, as a young prepubescent girl, that one day I’d grow up and fall in love with a guy (and marry him, and have children with him). I assumed it was bound to happen. Ever since I was as young as I can remember I gravitated towards friendships with girls, because that’s what everyone else was doing. The boys will find boys to be friends with, the girls with girls.

When I got into high school, and later when I was in college, I questioned my heterosexuality (and hetero-romantic leanings, consequently) a couple of times but after a slight amount of introspection each time, I felt fairly sure I was straight – there were only two real questions I considered when deciding “am I straight, or am I gay? Or am I bi?”.

1. Did I have crushes on girls or on guys? Or both? (I did not realize neither could be a possibility, so I am sure I convinced myself that something I was feeling had to count as a crush.)

The answer? I thought I didn’t really feel anything too strong for girls; nothing that I’d think was more than just liking them as people vaguely. Having friends. I thought I did have crushes on a few guys, though. I had picked out like one guy in my class in 5th grade to have a crush on. By high school I had changed my crush focus to be a different guy, even though the guy from 5th grade was still around and still seemed single. I also had, starting around middle school, started “Falling in love with” some male TV characters. More on this stuff later.

2. Did I want to see girls naked? Did I strongly desire to kiss girls?

No. Definitely not. I saw no appeal to that at all. (I didn’t desire it with guys, either. But I kind of had convinced myself or let my culture convince me that I’d like kissing someone someday, so I figured with guys it might be interesting. I’d probably enjoy it when the time came and I finally experienced my first kiss or even when I finally really saw someone naked.)

When I first was considering identifying as asexual (which was after I’d graduated college and was 22-years-old), I had browsed AVEN’s forums enough to know the different romantic orientation labels. Saying that you experience romantic attraction, just not sexual attraction seemed to be an easy and useful way to say, “I am exactly the same as all you *normal* people, except I don’t feel the sex stuff. The other stuff I do. I’m not some freak.” And it was hard for me to get to the point where I realized it was a lot more nuanced that that, and considering aromantics to be “freaks”, even in my own head, was ridiculous and horrible and contributing to the whole problem in the first place, and it was stopping me from really considering the fact that I might even be one of them!! But at first I was even afraid of being asexual, because… well… I had thought for so long that everyone was sexual, so it was really hard to accept the idea that asexuality had been a possibility all along.

When I’d first read the definition for asexuality online, as much as I knew instantly that it might fit me, a different part of me thought of asexuals as freaks too, and it was comforting at the time to know that regardless of where my sexual orientation ended up (and I knew deep down asexuality was a likely landing spot), at least my hetero-ness hadn’t completely been wrong all these years. At least I was still heteroromantic.

One sign that I might be aromantic is that I didn’t bother trying too hard at trying to get into the dating game until AFTER I’d graduated college. Being aromantic means not wanting to date, right? Sort of? Sometimes? It can mean that? I don’t even know lmao. But if it does… um…

Well, I guess I must not have wanted to date too badly. But then again, I did ask a guy to a high school dance (junior prom) when I was 17. I definitely didn’t ask him out based on looks. It was me liking the little of what I’d seen of his personality so far, and being curious to get to know the very quiet and shy guy better. It was me thinking it might be nice and also thinking he was unlikely to already have a girlfriend because he was so shy so I thought it’d be a safer bet to ask him to the dance rather than someone else. He still ended up turning me down. I’m still Facebook friends with him. He doesn’t seem to really use Facebook though, so trying to stalk his profile doesn’t reveal anything about him. His profile doesn’t even say if he’s straight or… something else. He’s left that “interested in…” section blank so who knows! Maybe he knew he was aromantic and didn’t want to go to the dance for that reason, lmao. Anyway…. For years, I kept thinking in the back of my mind that I did want to date. No one asked me out! And I knew I could ask guys out, I didn’t think in some sexist way that it absolutely had to be the other way around, but… there weren’t really many options available to me. The guy I “had the biggest crush on” had a girlfriend. Plus, in high school my life was complicated. My mom was abusive and mentally ill and was constantly getting more abusive and toxic to be around (her undiagnosed mental illnesses were worsening over time as they were left untreated), my weekends were always me visiting my dad. I had also gotten addicted to “vidding” (editing/making fanvideos) in high school and that made me happy and took up my free time. So… I didn’t have much time for a social life, anyway.

Even as I stopped living with my mom and life became less insane for me, I didn’t put myself in enough social situations. I mainly lived online. I was quite anti-social in college. I had different, random roommates assigned to me every year. Who does that? I certainly feel like the only person in the world to have done that.  I didn’t make close friends in college. I stayed in touch with my old friends from high school, meeting up with them once or twice every year and now I’ve been invited to multiple weddings already. 😛 Yes, 2 of my friends are getting/have gotten married at age 23. Throughout college and now, post-college, my best friends were and are my online friends who I’d met through my vidding hobby. I was close friends with them. These online friendships were real. We talked a lot about anything and everything. I also have good relationships with pretty much my entire extended family, and I’m especially close with my dad, who also has been a kind of odd “role model” for me in terms of dating/romance/etc. I’d never heard of nonamory before, but now I’m reading at the link The Ace Theist provided in that blog post of hers, a link to anagnori’s tumblr post about it… and if it’s like celibacy, if you can be a heterosexual and heteroromantic guy who doesn’t need sex or dating/a partner/etc.and seems to have chosen to live his life mainly alone, that’s my dad. Although, I wouldn’t necessarily say he doesn’t have an intimate platonic relationship in his life – he and I share a VERY close relationship, we talk about anything and everything, we spend a lot of time together, and since graduating college, we live together, just the two of us. It’s not uncommon for young 20-somethings to still be living with their parents, but I guess it is uncommon for one or both of us (me or my parent) to not be desperate to get rid of the other? 😛

So back to my “Am I aromantic… or not?” musings… I remember when I developed a sort of crush on a platonic male friend of mine I had in middle school. He was a year younger than me and a kid who lived in my neighborhood who my brother & I hung out with on a regular basis. He was a mutual friend of ours, and at one point I started to fantasize, a little, about “what if we were dating?”. I never experienced those feelings towards girls. But my feelings weren’t this sudden, unexpected, crazy surge and rush of desire and uncontrollable thoughts for this boy. They were more like theoretical musings. Like “hmm… technically since he’s a boy and I’m a girl this could happen, and I do like him as a friend, so dating might be nice too”. I don’t even know if it’s a crush, but then again, I considered it one at the time.

I remember my senior prom. I remember it being one of THE BEST nights of my life. I remember being so happy to be with friends at this fancy location with a better DJ than all other school dances who actually was playing songs I loved. I enjoyed the food and drinks and being dressed up and seeing my entire high school class for one of the last times ever with a lot of nostalgia, and I also remember being on the dance floor near the guy I had asked to the junior prom, who I had never stopped thinking I had at least a slight crush on. I remember feeling really happy to have seen him actually show up to the senior prom, I remember the red shirt he had on while I don’t remember what anyone else was wearing, lol, but I made a note of him and his tuxedo. I remember at graduation my other crush had become the valedictorian and I was smiling more whenever I saw him, especially on our graduation trip afterwards when I saw the silly T-shirt his dad had given him that had some pun about being valedictorian on it. But in general I always remember smiling more around my crushes, and being excited to pay closer attention to these guys. To essentially love every aspect of what makes them them. First I decide I have a crush. Then I pay closer attention. It almost was just a decision I made because I was supposed to be crushing on someone. But I’m not so sure if it was. It might’ve been. It might not’ve been.

Prom night I went to and from in a limo with 6 other people (because one of my friends was desperate to have the limo experience, the rest of us and our dates obliged. It was an 8-person limo but I was the only person without a date so it ended up being 7 of us.) Leaving the wonderful experience that was prom, our limo got in a car crash literally like 10 yards from the building where prom had been being hosted. It was awful. And it was surreal. In my high heels, a type of shoe I practically never wore, and wearing a fancy prom dress, I was standing in the middle of a mini-highway along with 6 acquaintances, only 2 of which were close friends of mine. We had to step over the guard-rail and get out of the way and I remember a guy who I didn’t really know helping me. He was the boyfriend of one of the girls I was more friendly with rather than really friends with, so I didn’t know him at all, other than the time I’d spent near him at the prom. 😛 But he took my hand, and helped me maneuver over the guard-rail in my dress and high heels, and I felt a rush in my chest, kind of. From what I remember, at least. I think I felt a flirty, girly, “I feel like I’m a princess and he’s my prince in this moment” kind of silliness. I had a pretty-much-incontrollable urge to smile. I think it was because I was not really used to ever holding anyone’s hand, for any reason. It felt oddly intimate, but nice in that moment. He was genuinely helping me. And also the whole situation was surreal and crazy, and a little scary. It was midnight and it had been a long day too. I think all of my feelings were gonna be a little… exaggerated at that time.

Much more recently, though, I finally experienced my first kisses. I tried dating. Online dating, actually. The first guy I went out with kissed me on the cheek at the end of our first date, which had ended up lasting 5 hours. We had a really nice time talking and getting to know each other. I felt a little bit of fluttery… something… when he kissed my cheek. It felt silly and awkward but kind of made me feel special. It felt intimate, I guess, and I think I liked it. I was happy my first date ever had gone so well. I had been using OkCupid for a while before settling on actually meeting up with this guy, and once I did, I felt like we did click and he was a good choice. I was still thinking I was heterosexual at the time. Our second date did not go as smoothly, though. Among other things… near the end of the date, while walking back to the metro, he tried kissing me, then realized it was my first try. We tried again. We did it a few times. We stood still on the sidewalk. We tried with tongue. It felt… really awkward. I was exhausted and not in the best state of mind (and probably should have never gone on the date that day and instead canceled and taken a nap lmao). I was disappointed that kissing felt SO… not exciting. Boring and really pointless was mainly how I felt kissing him. I was pretty sure that was the definition of no chemistry. That’s how people would describe kissing a sibling or the opposite gender from the one they’re attracted to or something. It had to be.

So I started to try to look on AVEN to see if people who identified as asexual felt the way I did about kissing. All I found were posts where asexuals were saying they didn’t want sex but they DID want kissing. That really was disheartening. It seemed even asexuals enjoyed kissing. It seemed like everyone did. And yet I didn’t. Maybe it was just the one time that was bad, right? Or maybe just the one person? I then tried to figure out if I was really attracted to this guy at all. Ultimately I never got to try kissing him again, but I did go on a third date with him, and I didn’t really feel anything I’d call romantic attraction to him after that first date. We held hands – a romantic thing to do – on the second and third dates but it seemed kind of ridiculous and pointless and even uncomfortable.

Many months later, I went out with another guy, this time someone I’d met on POF, but I don’t think I ever even really felt like I had a crush on him. Nothing like what I’d been feeling in high school, or this one time I hung out with a group of people in college and I decided I had a crush on a guy who turned out to be gay when I’d looked him up on Facebook. I felt like maybe we could be compatible, on paper. Maybe we could be friends. But I didn’t like him “that way”. He rubbed me the wrong way a few times, especially on our second date. We weren’t really “clicking” at all and I tried to lean in and encourage him to kiss me at the end of that second date but he seemed to completely miss my signal. 😛 We weren’t verbally communicating about kissing, unfortunately, and I was desperate to try kissing another guy after my bad experience with the first guy, but ultimately it never worked out. I let the potential relationship fizzle and die without a third date.

Eventually, back on OkCupid, I found myself crushing hard on a new guy. This was the first OkCupid guy I really felt excitement over, and this was before even meeting him. I think I wouldn’t be crazy to call it romantic attraction. It was mainly his personality I felt this way about, but we just clicked instantly from our first messages, plus we happened to live in the same town which never happens on online dating sites… so I asked him out! I asked to meet up with him for a date after having only come across his profile earlier that same day. Usually it took me over a week to feel comfortable enough to agree to meet a guy in person, and in my previous two experiences, they had asked me. But here I was… really excited. And I had fun with him. We talked and got along great. I started texting him a lot too, way more than I’d been texting the other guys I went on dates with. I talked about this guy with happiness and excitement to my family and friends. We got to the point where we tried kissing. I was quite disappointed that kissing him felt just like with the first guy. I was honest about what I was (and wasn’t) feeling when we kissed, and even on-the-spot shared my fears that I feared I might be asexual… and probably was… but I was kind of hoping I was demisexual or something and I just needed more time. I explained everything. He was really understanding. We kept dating. We decided to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. I enjoyed this “romantic” relationship. We mainly watched TV together and cuddled. The cuddling was mainly nice, but sometimes it was a little… stifling/uncomfortable. And we frequently texted. He actually watched my fanvideos that I created. He made me a T-shirt, tracing the design to bleach onto it himself after letting me pick the design hehe. And he gave me a gift of a stuffed animal souvenir when he came back from a trip to an Aquarium with his family. I met his mom. I smiled a lot around him. I enjoyed dating him. I enjoyed him being my boyfriend. But when we tried kissing more I didn’t like it and we texted a lot about his sexual fantasies and my lack of ever having experienced sexual desire and sexual attraction. He told me he was in love with me. I… wasn’t sure I wanted to consider myself in love with him yet, but I knew I did love him on some level, platonic or maybe more, so sure, I said “I love you too”. I felt like… if we were really sexually incompatible, I should guard myself and prepare for a break-up, rather than let myself be completely in love with him.

We tried sexual things together to see if I’d like it if I tried it, not “actual sex” but… we tried a couple things, okay? And it made the romantic feelings… lessen, or even disappear. Because the positive romantic feelings were us being happy to have found each other and now all we were starting to feel was sadness, disappointment, uncomfortable, awkward, etc. Our smiles became more forced and less uncontrollable happiness. We cared about each other still, that was for sure. I ended up breaking up with him because I loved him. Love being a fickle word. Was it romantically? Platonically? I don’t know.

Some might think it’s obvious that I experienced romantic love for this boyfriend of mine. But I think I could feel this way about someone and maybe call it platonic. The main thing I loved so much is the excitement of finding a new person who I meshed with intellectually and emotionally, and who I wanted to spend time with getting to know better, and who also wanted to spend time with me. Why couldn’t this just be a “friend”? What makes it romantic? Just because I’ve only ever experienced it in the context of dating guys doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen for me with a girl. I never really gave girls a chance. I didn’t try to date girls. But now that I realize I have zero desire to kiss or have sex with people, I don’t see any particular thing that would make it so that people of the male persuasion are the only ones I could feel this way about. But does that mean I’m panromantic or aromantic? Are my feelings really all that romantic?

I think in a fantasy world, I would be very happy with a “bromance” type close friendship (there is no equivalent term for one between a girl and… any person of any gender lol, because I have stopped being picky). I think that’s what seeking a queerplatonic partner means. I want that. Not quite sure how to just get it, though. I don’t already have a friend who wants to be that for me, so how am I gonna go about finding one?  I think I also could be happy “dating” an asexual person of any gender who thinks they feel romantic feelings for me. I think I could enjoy the romance, whatever it is, and it wouldn’t even necessarily be different than a queerplatonic situation! I feel like people might be using different words to describe the same thing, sometimes. And I’m just confused.

I’ve been assuming I was heterosexual for so long that I fear it was a self-fulfilling prophecy that I’d only feel crushes on guys and not girls. But maybe it was intrinsic all along? Maybe there is something special about guys that makes me drawn to them in a different way. Something more than just me being separated from them my whole life (to varying degrees) from a sexist/binarist/heteronormative culture. I’m not sure.

What I really need is to read what homoromantic asexuals have to say on the subject. How they could grow up in a heteronormative culture and yet, despite the sexual attraction component, feel sure that what they feel for the same gender is romantic while what they feel for other genders is not. Unfortunately, I fear similar problems will arise, though. I have read that some asexual people (especially asexual guys) assume they’re gay because they don’t experience sexual attraction toward the opposite gender (girls). I could guess for some homoromantics, the same might be true. They’re not dying to date the opposite sex, so they figure their romantic leanings are toward the same one instead, and it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy? Is that possible?

So… for now I am sticking with the wtfromantic label. I feel like heteroromantic isn’t quite right for me because I feel fairly sure now that everything I’ve felt for guys that I had classified as romantic (option 1) might actually be platonic OR (option 2) those feelings could be felt for other genders if I gave the idea of me being romantically attracted to them a fair a chance OR (option 3) that there really is no clear definition that actually differentiates platonic feelings from romantic ones anyway.