experiencing sensual attraction in the absense of sexual attraction
or liking nonsexual skin-to-skin contact for the textures
(or otherwise liking the textures of things like my partner’s skin and hair)
makes me akin to a serial killer
and makes me “a fucking freak”.
Edit: I’m also “(un)fucked in the head” and “too creepy for the internet.”
That awkward moment when anti-ace prejudice is also anti-autistic prejudice.
Gonna venture out here as a queer sexual person and state:
It’s like ‘normal’ (read allistic sexual folk) have never experienced skin hunger before…or the wish to lovingly cuddle someone to within an inch of “Get them offa me, get them offa me” without it sliding down into actual sex.
And that really fucking confuses me.
Skin is a really nice texture.
And, humans are social creatures, and from many a primatology study, the whole concept of touch as a non-sexual affirmation of “I’m here/I’m the boss/etc” is integral to the construction of primate social groups.
So, this week on Tumblr, erasing romantic attraction makes you homophobic, but acknowledging aesthetic attraction makes you a serial killer.
Tune in next week for something completely different.
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