Not Tonight, Honey: Confessions of an asexual slut 

I’ve come to the realization recently that I got ho tendencies. I mean this in all but the classic sense, having been literally in bed (albeit nonpenetratively) over the past month with more individuals than I have fingers to count. If, as the asexual community has been wont to posit from time to time, one can get just as intimate without sex as with it, then hot damn do I get around.

Really though.

One of the quirks of being asexual, I’ve found, is that classifying and prioritizing relationships becomes a mite tricky. Though not all sexual people choose to employ it as such, sexual activity can serve as a neat marker of importance, something that is saved like fine china for the really special occasions. The same cannot be said of, say, intellectually intense emotively reflective discussion, which is more my bread and butter. I’ll have an interesting discussion at the slightest suggestion and will get intellectually intimate with anything that has a pulse.

Is that so wrong?

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