Or, two some-ones, since that's my preference?
Perhaps I'm being pessimistic. Perhaps I want more than is possible at this point in life, but I cannot pretend that at 23 when most of my peers are in at least committed, long term relationships and having kids and having a life, I'm still stuck at home with my piles of books and when my blood heats up occasionally, my fingers. It's lonely. Moreso when I simply can't connect to the people around me and as a demisexual, cannot have casual sex. I end up sitting at home listening to my mother discuss how she thinks I'm either a lesbian or going to be an old cat lady.
And it'd be fine, even if I could talk to someone about this, but everyone here is homo- and abnormal-phobic, and I'll probably be committed if I even breathe a word about this to anyone I know in real life.
I'm not even going to touch on the odds of me finding two guys to form a vee with. Perhaps its a lot less dire and complicated than I'm making it seem in the depths of my pessimism, but I doubt it. Blindly plodding along and hoping it gets easier is a lot like walking around a house you don't know in the dark while a ghost is out to get you. Not fun. Scary. Damned heartbreaking. Or heart-stopping. Both.
I forget what the point of this post was.
It gets better, right?
Perhaps I'm being pessimistic. Perhaps I want more than is possible at this point in life, but I cannot pretend that at 23 when most of my peers are in at least committed, long term relationships and having kids and having a life, I'm still stuck at home with my piles of books and when my blood heats up occasionally, my fingers. It's lonely. Moreso when I simply can't connect to the people around me and as a demisexual, cannot have casual sex. I end up sitting at home listening to my mother discuss how she thinks I'm either a lesbian or going to be an old cat lady.
And it'd be fine, even if I could talk to someone about this, but everyone here is homo- and abnormal-phobic, and I'll probably be committed if I even breathe a word about this to anyone I know in real life.
I'm not even going to touch on the odds of me finding two guys to form a vee with. Perhaps its a lot less dire and complicated than I'm making it seem in the depths of my pessimism, but I doubt it. Blindly plodding along and hoping it gets easier is a lot like walking around a house you don't know in the dark while a ghost is out to get you. Not fun. Scary. Damned heartbreaking. Or heart-stopping. Both.
I forget what the point of this post was.
It gets better, right?