45 Quotes About Asexuality

What few relationships I'd had led me to figure out there wasn't anything wrong with my libido; it just had a more restrictive admissions policy than what seemed like the other ninety-eight percent of the population

To all the asexual activists out there without whom I would still be thinking of myself as merely weird, wrong, and slightly inhuman. In the hope that the more people talk about it, the fewer people there will be in the world who reach my age without knowing what they are.

I just . . . didn’t know we were the only ones.”“Well, you are,” I say. “And I don’t feel like I have to make that big a deal of it, or—or ‘come out’ in some big way or anything. I don’t want to.”“No, I get that. I’ve never had the urge to stand in a public square and say, ‘I wanna do the dirty with menfolk.’ ”“Exactly.

(Sweet God in heaven, have mercy on her soul.)Her Cutie Code TM blasted straight past the Red zone. If it were a pressure gauge, the glass would have cracked right down the middle.He was gorgeous - and that was not a word Alice threw around lightly.

And he stared at her.(Too much cute.)(A veritable cutie-induced overload.)There was a place for cute and every cute in it's place. Whoever be was hadn't just exceeded her scale. He had broken it.Cutie Code: Black - the Next Generation.

at no time in my life have I been a person to hold myself polluted by the touch or approach of any creature that wore a human shape: on the contrary, from my very earliest youth it has been my pride to converse familiarly, more Socratico, with all human beings, man, woman, and child, that chance might fling my way; a practice …. which becomes a man who would be a philosopher.

Maybe I wouldn’t ever be obligated to have sex with another person in order to make them stay with me. The thought was freeing: I wouldn’t have to pretend. It was just a matter of finding someone else who understood.

Who needs kissing when you could share oxygen?

Steering between the Scylla of too much and the Charybdis of not-enough, he’d worked hard to project a retiring asexuality. As far as his coworkers knew, he lived with only his books for company. Still, he relished her name in his mouth. “Regan.