Lasander (imported) wrote: Sat Oct 22, 2011 7:03 pm
This is something I've noticed recently. I sit and feel perplexed I cant tell the difference if I am asexual or bisexual... I guess what I want is attention and physical touch and if sex isn't in the picture then terms like heterosexual or homosexual doesnt really matter anymore. I still occasionally have sexual thoughts but I blame that on lowering my dose of Siterone but I still prolly shouldnt feel so guilty about it.
For me there is a subtle difference between asexuality and bisexuality. These are simply my own definitions.
With bisexuality, I imagine you have a desire to be physical and attain release with either or both sexes. Sex is the driving force, and I define sex as the desire for release. A need for some kind of orgasm.
With asexuality, I still wish to be physical, but it is a physical intimacy that is the goal, not a sexual release. Physical intimacy could simply be holding hands, or sharing a hug. Because there is no desire for sexual release, it only matters if the person I'm with cares for me too. Fitting sexual body parts together isn't in the equation. So it does not matter if it is a male or female partner.
I admit, I still desire romance. I'm a romantic at heart.
As I sit here, I'm not sure I have the language to describe what I am talking about. So much of the ideas of romance include sex and sexual foreplay, that it is hard for me to find a description that can untangle the two notions I'm thinking about.
I'll try it this way. I do not like french kissing. I've tried it, and I find the act disgusting. I do however, enjoy kissing very much. Two people's lips pressed together, kisses tracing the line of the neck down to the shoulder, very exciting. Add tongues waggling together, and swapping spit, and my stomach lurches.
I love a good massage, but the idea of a "happy ending" is just too much.
I guess there is a line for me, where romance crosses over to sex. Most people view romance as foreplay to sex. For me, romance is the goal, not a path to a goal.
In my definition, bisexual people experience romance as a path to sex.
For me, as an asexual, the romance is more than enough. I could happily live in a lifetime of romance, without ever taking the step to sex. I can be a great boyfriend, but I'll always be a piss poor lover. An innocent touch will always mean more to me than an orgasm.
I'm not sure I'm making much sense dividing the two notions. The difference between being attracted to both sexes, and not caring what sex someone is.
I feel like a hypocrite writing this stuff and admitting this stuff. In the story I am writing, there is a lot of sex happening. ( I mention my story because it is a kind of super complex fantasy of mine, meant to share with you all when it is done.) In my novel, the main character has sex with both male and female partners. It is his journey of discovery. In that story, those moments of release are very powerful, and meaningful to the character, in a way it has seldom been for myself in reality. I've tried to describe moments in my novel where the character finds equal meaning in a simple touch, or a shared moment. To me those moments are far more influential on the character's decisions and more greatly affect his journey than do the moments of sex.
The trap I've written for myself, is that there are so many more words to describe a sexual encounter. Words like; explode, burst, burn, erupt, symphony and dance. Descriptors like; vibrating, rising, crashing, sliding. Actions like; moaning, pawing, thrusting, stroking. So many words to describe the passionate encounter. So few to describe a simple touch.
I'm still discovering all this for myself, and perhaps as my story progresses, so it will for my main character. I hope so. So much of the story I'm writing has surprised me as I'm writing it. Between writing it, and my dialogs here on the EA, I am changing as a person. I'm starting to really understand what I am, and what I have always been.
If it weren't for the EA, I don't know where I'd be, or if I'd even be having these epiphanies. Thank you to everyone who have responded to me. You may not know it, but you've saved my life, and you've made me a better person too.
Getting my head around my own mind, and my own fantasies has been the most difficult part of my journey. I'm still figuring it all out, but it is a journey I'm glad I'm on.