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Otherness It's something I feel often.  people talk at great lengths, with  such passion of things I do not  understand.  They speak of romance and attraction  like the world will end without it. 
My dear's a deer what a novel idear having a deer not a dear makes me a bit queer but what's really quite queer
Hi, I'm Sunshine. I'm a perfectly normal person.   I love helping people,  I raise rabbits, and I enjoy watching the Arizona Cardinals on Sundays with my dad. I'm a perfectly normal person.   
Mom, Why is my sexuality wrong? Mom, Why don't I want to mate? Mom, Am I a failure? Mom, Why do I have to try it to know I don't want it? Mom, What's wrong with me? Mom,
We sat togetherfingers intertwinedlegs swinging overthe ledge,the edge of abyss(of bliss?)no space between
What’s in an attraction? Sure the structure of your face Can be aesthetically pleasing But that doesn’t make me want to fuck you
Asexual is not a lie We don’t want attention No one simply needs a good fuck We are people too   According to biology sex is a necessity We disagree Sex is a pleasure But not for me
Where are you?  I have heard about you and I have seen you in stories but I don't know you As if you were avoiding me like a disease Someone that you can not grace their presence with You lead others towards me 
You come into this world with the reassurance of acceptance and love.
I am trapped in the closet, Such a scary place, With monsters around me, About to bite my face.   I hold on for dear life, Day after day, Waiting, just waiting, Will I fade away?  
When we broke up you said  it's 'cause you never showed me love But you never said what kind of love you were looking for We were best friends for three whole years Through the laughter and the tears
Being Demisexual is wanting a relationship but not knowing how to date Being ace/aro is wanting to experience love but not knowing how
Who am I now, Who was I then. I was as quiet as a cats 'meow', But now I just use my pen.   I know more about me, I think you do too. When I write I can see Truly you are untrue  
I wanted to cry, I couldn’t breathe Through my gritted teeth I seethed What was mine, wasn’t mine Nothing was fine Nothing was fine   Breasts? Hips? Soft pink lips? Lipstick stained coffee sips?
In this heart I have seen no man. I have met no woman. There has been  no one. For that I am grateful, if not made less human therefore.
I am not a freak Just because I am different From what you expected Just because I don’t fit Your pre-determined stereotypes
When I was 8 I wore dresses to school I wasa bullied and teased for looking nice For wearing dresses and pink and being girly When I was 13 I stopped wearing dresses I cut my hair to my chin and I didn't wear pink
I am confused Make no mistakes I am not sure where I'm going in life And I am no sure how I'm getting there At this moment I am not A girl or boy Gay or straight I do not know who I am
The closet was deep, but not wide. There was a box, It was full, and so was I. I couldn't stay, I had to come out, It was just too hard to hold in.  
There's a sickness in society It's called sexuality Where everyone wants to reach out and touch And choose what they want Who they want What label they want And with every touch it seems to spead
Please don't touch me For I'm afraid Of all the things you'll somehow see And the fact that I'll be made The truth is simple And it goes as thus There is no kind touch that may lull
occasionally you meet a person or people who strike your heart like a hammer to a bell. it hurts when they don't return the feeling. they become the reason for the cracks
I am more than this confusion That seems to settle on me Caused by trying to find my place Inthis ever misunderstood community you preach and preach trying to end this hate
Tears flee from my I gave up forever ago eyes, and paint the door before me like bricks. Red brown red brown red brown forever. Except it’s always been infinity.
"Anormal", "Wrong", "Needs To Be Fixed", "Queer!" That's but a small bit of the everyday soundtack that I hear. "No, I don't want a Kiss.", "I'm not broken.",  "Please don't touch me there!"
"What's a squish?" people ask. I do not answer for I cannot express the fear, tremors, sickness, and joy I feel when I see those whom I can deny no info.
Since crawling out of my closetBuilt out of confusion and pubertyI realize that there was more than a doorThere was also a hole.
Fuck yes,  I'm ace. I'm ace as hell.   People might say I'm broken or maybe confused or that I just haven't met the right person.   Well, they're wrong. My sex drive is 0.
Let me put something into perspective for you
"A" does not stand for "ally"   it is us overlooked and denied   we are not broken we are complete we do not need your precious ritual   "A"
I am not invisible. I am not inhuman. I am not nonexistant, or abnormal, or damaged, or broken, or whatever you might want to call me. Because I, I am a human being,
I can't get my words out because the constrictor in my throat is begging my silence to keep it company. Because they're bigger than me and their burns sting like the cigarettes they want me to be So I stay silent
i feel like an alien sometimesout of this worldbecause i'm not always surethat i like the idea of
It must be so nice To know exactly who you are To be able to explain I'm gay, I'm straight, I'm bisexual Easier to explain who I am to my mother, Who understands her gay son but not indifferent daughter
The professor’s prominent position allows for him to prescribe definition To teach with traitorous teeth Troubled students beginning to teethe Alphabets for acronyms sitting atop an acropolis
I'm not lying. (Well, I'm lying by omission) You don't define a triangle by saying it doesn't have four sides. Why should I be defined by a lack? (Asexual) (Aromantic)
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