I'm not new to the use of awkwardness as a social strategy. I never really figured out how to do the small talk thing. After many years of crushing social awkwardness, I finally figured out how to spin it in a way that was entertaining. Yay, social success!
What is new for me is publicly identifying as asexual-ish. In doing so, I also gave myself license to be the most spectacularly awkward person- ever, pretty much- when talking about sex. Complete with flailing. Complete with extended pauses and unconventional language. And complete with air humping, for when flailing just isn't adequate.
I don't viscerally get sex in the way that it's usually talked about. I mean, I get the mechanics of it, but I don't hear about something and think, "Oh yeah, that sounds like something that I'd like to try!" In the past, I've either done mental gymnastics to relate conversation back to sex in a way that I do understand, or more often, just nodded along. Oh yeah. I totally get it. Uh huh. Super hot. Definitely.
No more! I came to own my social awkwardness, and so I've come to own my sexual awkwardness, too. So bring on the sexy conversation. I know what to do now!
Friday, October 21, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Identity, as Assumed by Others
Okay, you know how in that most recent post about orientation and whatnot I was all, "Hmm, I don't know why I consider myself sexually active and apart from the LGBT community"? It's true that I didn't when it first came to my attention, but by the time that I got around to clicking the publish post button, I had an inclination. I just couldn't find a way to work it into the post without disrupting the flow. Call it stylistic dishonesty.
But hey, now is my chance to come clean!
I think the default assumption of women in my general age range in my culture is that we are not an active part of the LGBT community, and we are sexually active. For whatever reason, I just haven't gotten around to doing the internal fact-checking on those points. Society says that I'm straight and sexually active, so I am! Woohoo!
Of course, there's more nuance to it than that. I don't think that I can reason my way into feeling like part of a community, and I'm pretty sure that there are some emotional hang-ups (along with maybe just a little bit of holding out for impractical crushes), that are keeping me from declaring that I'm sexually inactive and taking myself off of birth control.
So where next? Well, I'm still not sure. But I do have a better feel for where I'm at, and why I'm here.
But hey, now is my chance to come clean!
I think the default assumption of women in my general age range in my culture is that we are not an active part of the LGBT community, and we are sexually active. For whatever reason, I just haven't gotten around to doing the internal fact-checking on those points. Society says that I'm straight and sexually active, so I am! Woohoo!
Of course, there's more nuance to it than that. I don't think that I can reason my way into feeling like part of a community, and I'm pretty sure that there are some emotional hang-ups (along with maybe just a little bit of holding out for impractical crushes), that are keeping me from declaring that I'm sexually inactive and taking myself off of birth control.
So where next? Well, I'm still not sure. But I do have a better feel for where I'm at, and why I'm here.
Orientation
I've filled out a couple of surveys about sexuality as of late. One was for the Westword, Denver's weekly newspaper. The other was for the upcoming Asexual Awareness Week. The two surveys brought some really interesting realizations to my attention.
Although I've had sex with boys and girls, I regularly play with boys, girls, and people elsewhere on the gender spectrum, and am romantically attracted to people all over the gender spectrum, I don't consider myself part of the LGBT community. Left entirely to my own devices, I identify my sexual orientation as "ambivalent" or as I'm fond of saying these days, "I'm mostly disinterested in everybody." Of course, neither of those options are ever available on dropdown menus. The closest that I can ever get is something like bisexual or pansexual. Or asexual.
In any event, in spite of having an abundance of reasons to identify myself as part of the LGBT community, I just don't feel it. I'm on the periphery, with frequent overlap of social circles and events. But I don't feel that it's my community.
Another unexpected revelation: In spite of having only had sex a dozen or so times- and that's being generous- in the past year, with absolutely zilch for the past five months, I still consider myself sexually active. And not just in the sense that I'm sexually active with myself. For whatever reason, I still think of myself as having one foot in the sexy pool.
I don't know why either of these things are as they are. Using even a very, very small amount of logic makes it obvious that I fit neatly under the LGBT umbrella, and that I am not sexually active. So why the discrepancy? It'll be something that I mull over, that's for sure.
Although I've had sex with boys and girls, I regularly play with boys, girls, and people elsewhere on the gender spectrum, and am romantically attracted to people all over the gender spectrum, I don't consider myself part of the LGBT community. Left entirely to my own devices, I identify my sexual orientation as "ambivalent" or as I'm fond of saying these days, "I'm mostly disinterested in everybody." Of course, neither of those options are ever available on dropdown menus. The closest that I can ever get is something like bisexual or pansexual. Or asexual.
In any event, in spite of having an abundance of reasons to identify myself as part of the LGBT community, I just don't feel it. I'm on the periphery, with frequent overlap of social circles and events. But I don't feel that it's my community.
Another unexpected revelation: In spite of having only had sex a dozen or so times- and that's being generous- in the past year, with absolutely zilch for the past five months, I still consider myself sexually active. And not just in the sense that I'm sexually active with myself. For whatever reason, I still think of myself as having one foot in the sexy pool.
I don't know why either of these things are as they are. Using even a very, very small amount of logic makes it obvious that I fit neatly under the LGBT umbrella, and that I am not sexually active. So why the discrepancy? It'll be something that I mull over, that's for sure.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Small Forest Creature
Back in the days when I was trying (unsuccessfully) to make sex work for me, I often felt like my libido was a small forest creature.
I'd be walking along a trail through the forest of life when I would suddenly hear some rustling in the bushes. I pause and look. Is it... yes! Yes! It's libido! We have confirmed its presence! It was a rush of joy, followed by... panic.
Oh God, don't scare it off! Avoid eye contact, no sudden movements. Wait for it to come closer, don't crowd it. If I do this just right, I'll bet I can get my libido to stick around long enough to actually, ya know, do something with it. We can get this party going, yet!
Of course, this strategy rarely worked. In my frantic attempts to stay calm, I'd quickly lose any sexy inclinations that I'd had. This series of events, this frenzied internal monologue, repeated itself many, many times. It was not a pleasant time, but it was an important stage along the way for me.
I don't hunt my libido anymore. It comes out from time to time, on its own terms, and that's okay.
I'd be walking along a trail through the forest of life when I would suddenly hear some rustling in the bushes. I pause and look. Is it... yes! Yes! It's libido! We have confirmed its presence! It was a rush of joy, followed by... panic.
Oh God, don't scare it off! Avoid eye contact, no sudden movements. Wait for it to come closer, don't crowd it. If I do this just right, I'll bet I can get my libido to stick around long enough to actually, ya know, do something with it. We can get this party going, yet!
Of course, this strategy rarely worked. In my frantic attempts to stay calm, I'd quickly lose any sexy inclinations that I'd had. This series of events, this frenzied internal monologue, repeated itself many, many times. It was not a pleasant time, but it was an important stage along the way for me.
I don't hunt my libido anymore. It comes out from time to time, on its own terms, and that's okay.
Villains
Relatively little of my journey into the exciting world of asexuality-ish-ness has happened alone. Partners, sweeties, lovers, friends, and play partners have all joined me along the way for various lengths of time. I've learned quite a bit from these experiences, and my time with others has been hugely important in shaping how I identify and relate to sexuality today.
Some of the experiences have been delightful. Others have been painful, for me and those involved. Many formative moments have been particularly painful. But because they were formative, I'm compelled to write about them. Before doing so, I do feel that it's important for me to put a qualifier out there.
There are no villains in this story. There have been many people, myself included, who have done the best that they've known how to do. And sometimes we've hurt each other along the way. That doesn't make any of us villains. It just makes us human.
Some of the experiences have been delightful. Others have been painful, for me and those involved. Many formative moments have been particularly painful. But because they were formative, I'm compelled to write about them. Before doing so, I do feel that it's important for me to put a qualifier out there.
There are no villains in this story. There have been many people, myself included, who have done the best that they've known how to do. And sometimes we've hurt each other along the way. That doesn't make any of us villains. It just makes us human.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Labels
I cannot overstate how happy I am to have a label for my sexuality. While revolting against labels is currently en vogue ("You can't box me in! I'm a snowflake!!"), finding out that I did have a bucket, and therefore was not utterly alone in my experience, was hugely validating for me.
I'm too asexual to claim to be normal in that regard. This has made itself clear- repeatedly, and painfully. But I'm not asexual enough to write it off entirely- there ARE contexts in which I really like being sexual, with myself and others. Before discovering the label "gray-a" I felt like I didn't fit in anywhere I went. I was my own little island of freak.
So I'm pretty excited about having a label, and I wear it with pride. It gives me a framework to explain who I am, and a sense of security that my experience is shared by others.
I'm too asexual to claim to be normal in that regard. This has made itself clear- repeatedly, and painfully. But I'm not asexual enough to write it off entirely- there ARE contexts in which I really like being sexual, with myself and others. Before discovering the label "gray-a" I felt like I didn't fit in anywhere I went. I was my own little island of freak.
So I'm pretty excited about having a label, and I wear it with pride. It gives me a framework to explain who I am, and a sense of security that my experience is shared by others.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Chocolate & Squash
The reason that I identify as gray-a, or asexual-ish, rather than full-tilt asexual, is that there are very specific ways in which I thoroughly enjoy sex. Anymore, masturbation is the primary manifestation of that. Occasionally I find somebody with whom I really click sexually in a long-term way, but that is definitely an exception, and a rare one at that.
Erotic energy is much easier for me to come by, and share with others. I realize that for many people, eroticism and sex are very closely linked. I also understand that it can be difficult for others to understand how they're not closely linked for me.
For me, erotic and sexual energies are like chocolate and squash. They're both pretty nifty, in the right contexts. Having one might sometimes make me want the other ("Gosh, it sure was nice having stuffed acorn squash for dinner. I think I'd like some chocolate cake for dessert!"). But they aren't something that I'm generally compelled to combine- I don't feel that my butternut squash soup would be improved by chocolate syrup.
Sure, there's the occasional chef who combines them in just the right way that they're pleasant together. Exciting! But by and large, most of us would drive the recipe right into the ground in a fiery crash if we tried to combine chocolate and squash. We accept this reality, and stick with recipes and dishes that everybody will enjoy.
It doesn't mean that I dislike one of those ingredients. I do like them both. I love to explore new types of squash, and new squash recipes with friends. And I love to indulge myself with dark chocolate (with sea salt!)- mmmm. But I'm happy to keep them separate. I mean-- adding chocolate to squash? That would just be weird.
Erotic energy is much easier for me to come by, and share with others. I realize that for many people, eroticism and sex are very closely linked. I also understand that it can be difficult for others to understand how they're not closely linked for me.
For me, erotic and sexual energies are like chocolate and squash. They're both pretty nifty, in the right contexts. Having one might sometimes make me want the other ("Gosh, it sure was nice having stuffed acorn squash for dinner. I think I'd like some chocolate cake for dessert!"). But they aren't something that I'm generally compelled to combine- I don't feel that my butternut squash soup would be improved by chocolate syrup.
Sure, there's the occasional chef who combines them in just the right way that they're pleasant together. Exciting! But by and large, most of us would drive the recipe right into the ground in a fiery crash if we tried to combine chocolate and squash. We accept this reality, and stick with recipes and dishes that everybody will enjoy.
It doesn't mean that I dislike one of those ingredients. I do like them both. I love to explore new types of squash, and new squash recipes with friends. And I love to indulge myself with dark chocolate (with sea salt!)- mmmm. But I'm happy to keep them separate. I mean-- adding chocolate to squash? That would just be weird.
Monday, October 3, 2011
How I Got Here
I'm a 26 year old female (by both biology and psychology). I have poured countless hours into rope bondage, erotic photography, and many corners of the BDSM playground. Most of the time, the idea of throwing genitals into the mix kind of freaks me out. And so this is where I find myself, writing about my experiences as a gray-a kink practitioner. How the hell did I get here?
It's only been within the past several months that I began identifying as gray-a, or asexual-ish, though it's been a long time coming. With very, very few exceptions, my sexual interest in partners has tended to drop off pretty quickly. Unsurprisingly, this phenomenon has resulted in much hurt, confusion, heartache and compromise. I'll spare the details for now, but I've tried a whole slew of approaches to coax, cajole, trick, allow, or otherwise get my sex drive back into the range of "normal." No dice. These days, I don't experience much in the way of sexual desire with partners at all. It seems simple enough.
But once you take genitals out of the picture... game on, baby! I love erotic energy. Pushing tension back and forth, physical and emotional challenges, the rush of racing right to the edge. I love connecting with others in this realm, taking them intense and exciting places, or being taken there by others. All of the fiery passion that others seem to feel for sex, I feel for BDSM play.
It's been a bumpy ride, and I'm surely not past all of the curves I'll face. I'm hoping that this outlet will give me a means to explore places that I've been, and places that I'm going. I also write with the goal that it might give some hope, comfort, or sense of fellowship to others going through a similar journey. So here I am.
It's only been within the past several months that I began identifying as gray-a, or asexual-ish, though it's been a long time coming. With very, very few exceptions, my sexual interest in partners has tended to drop off pretty quickly. Unsurprisingly, this phenomenon has resulted in much hurt, confusion, heartache and compromise. I'll spare the details for now, but I've tried a whole slew of approaches to coax, cajole, trick, allow, or otherwise get my sex drive back into the range of "normal." No dice. These days, I don't experience much in the way of sexual desire with partners at all. It seems simple enough.
But once you take genitals out of the picture... game on, baby! I love erotic energy. Pushing tension back and forth, physical and emotional challenges, the rush of racing right to the edge. I love connecting with others in this realm, taking them intense and exciting places, or being taken there by others. All of the fiery passion that others seem to feel for sex, I feel for BDSM play.
It's been a bumpy ride, and I'm surely not past all of the curves I'll face. I'm hoping that this outlet will give me a means to explore places that I've been, and places that I'm going. I also write with the goal that it might give some hope, comfort, or sense of fellowship to others going through a similar journey. So here I am.
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