And here I am, sex-repulsed asexual. The whole sex thing is just incredibly gross, and I’m taking this virginity to my grave (I’m 39, I’m over halfway there!) and no one can stop me. I’ve never even been sexually aroused at all.
Interestingly I can agree on the grossness of it, only when “the mood”™ arises a kind of nasty turns into attractively naughty. It’s a strange alteration. Like the new texture of a food you might find somewhat repulsive at first suddenly becomes highly addictive or desirable when you give in to it. The sleazy feeling of wanting to keep popping bubble wrap plastic without stopping.
This differs based on time, context (persons) and general mood.
I wonder if at a base level we have kind of the same attitude, but the hormonal alteration or lack thereof is what creates the differences and clouds my mind while yours stay sharp.
And here I am, sex-repulsed asexual. The whole sex thing is just incredibly gross, and I’m taking this virginity to my grave (I’m 39, I’m over halfway there!) and no one can stop me. I’ve never even been sexually aroused at all.
Indeed, all types are present.
Interestingly I can agree on the grossness of it, only when “the mood”™ arises a kind of nasty turns into attractively naughty. It’s a strange alteration. Like the new texture of a food you might find somewhat repulsive at first suddenly becomes highly addictive or desirable when you give in to it. The sleazy feeling of wanting to keep popping bubble wrap plastic without stopping.
This differs based on time, context (persons) and general mood.
I wonder if at a base level we have kind of the same attitude, but the hormonal alteration or lack thereof is what creates the differences and clouds my mind while yours stay sharp.