There is a disconnect between my body and my mind. At least, that's what I tell people. Because I find it easier to admit that I am broken than to open myself to their ridicule as I try to explain asexuality one more time.
It's hard, to describe an absence of something you've never felt to those for whom it defines their existence. I don't understand their resistence, logic dictates that just because one thing is true, that doesn't eliminate the validity of it's reflection. It has become this society's obession to portray us only as a lie, a sickness you are lucky not to be infected with.
Though I am still struggling to find my voice and understand my own mind, I am sure of one thing: I am not BrOkEn. And if you are like me, please, don't let your pride be stolen, because neither are you...
There is nothing wrong with being Asexual. You are beautiful and worthy of love and place in this world.