I had every intention of posting this on Thursday because of Demisexual Pride, but I’ve been busy and so that didn’t happen. But it is now.
I thought since it’s Pride Month, I’d talk about sexuality, how I feel about my own and my own personal theory (which is not proven to be true or false, just something that makes sense in my head). I’ve been an ally for the LGBTQA+ community pretty much all my life (I would say all but ask a kid, it wasn’t really talked about and so I wasn’t so much aware, but secondary school we became very aware) and with so many friends and family identifying in many different ways, it’s something important to me. Like the community’s rights and activism is something I would put towards the top of my priority list.
Because of this and my lack of relationships in school (and life), this made me go on a bit of a personal journey trying to discover who I am. For my entire secondary school life, people were adamant I was lesbian. No boyfriend or real crush on anyone = you are lesbian. Because that logic is legitimate. Day in, day out, people would force this assumption onto me to the point where I felt they knew me better than I did. Maybe I was a lesbian. Maybe I saw no attraction in guys. For some time, I thought about the possibilities of being attracted to women. But nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nothing at all. So if I wasn’t attracted to guys or girls… then what? Was I broken? Back then, the only sexualities we were aware of were straight, gay, lesbian, bi and some of us knew a little bit about being transgender. I’ll be honest, school was shite in teaching us about sexualities. Like it wasn’t covered. Never brought up. Our sex ed was pretty abysmal, but that’s a whole other story.