Finding the three.

(Backstory: every so often, usually during dinner conversation, Mom talks about her love of Princess Diana and how sad she was when Diana died. This inevitably turns into an argument where Mom tries to explain why Prince Charles having a mistress was unequivocally bad and I try to explain the concept of open relationships.)

Mom: Everyone wants to think they’re special, they’re the one.

Me (frustrated): Not everyone!

Mom (incredulous): You don’t want to be the one.

Me: I want to be the zero. Some people want to be the three.

Dinner was over, so we gave up the current round.


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Good: Mom noticed (at least several months before I did) that I’d never shown any sign of having a sexuality.

Bad: She expressed this as “You could be a lesbian for all I know.” Seems to me if someone never shows any sign of a sexuality, your first thought should be ace. If she’d said that, maybe it could’ve gotten me thinking a few months sooner. This probably indicates she thinks asexuals don’t exist.

Odd thing is, I knew asexuals existed since I was thirteen or so. But with the influence of heteronormativity, I misinterpreted platonic stuff as being signs of straightness. I felt a bit jealous of the asexuals whose blogs I read. Unlike them, (I thought) I didn’t have an excuse for reacting to pretty much every sex act I ever heard of with “You do what? Okaayy…” They never really sounded that appealing.

Nor did I ever feel any infatuation towards people. I knew damn well what infatuation felt like. I’d felt it with books, games, cartoons, music: it’s a feature of my neurotype. More experienced (read: romantic) people of said neurotype told me romantic infatuation felt recognisably similar, so clearly that hadn’t happened. I figured I was too sheltered to find a suitable boy.


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