This post is for the January Carnival of Aces, whose theme this month is non-traditional relationship structures: experienced, or wishing for, or theorising about.
I have a confession to make.
When I found out about asexuality, it felt like I’d been freed. I wasn’t strange and broken anymore; I could finally stop stressing about why I wasn’t feeling all these things I felt I was meant to.
But there was also a small part of me that wondered if this meant that I’d never be able to be in a relationship with anyone. That I’d never get to be close to someone, to share in their life in a really substantial way. When I inadvertently came out to my mum a few months ago, I think it was one of the things that crossed her mind as well. After all, we’re taught over and over again from childhood to…
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