Asexual means no sexual attraction. It does not mean no desire to masturbate, no ability to get aroused, etc. Plenty of asexual people masturbate or read erotica to get aroused. Asexual people are also perfectly capable of enjoying sex with other people (some of us, anyway; I'm not. I find sex boring at best and gross at worst). There's a range within asexuality of having a libido and being able to enjoy sex and wanting to masturbate versus not having a libido and not being able to enjoy sex and not wanting to masturbate (again, I'm the latter). But the myths surrounding asexuality mean that not everyone might know these things, and not everyone might realize that just because they enjoy masturbating doesn't mean they're not asexual.
Hmm. Interesting. Since discovering demisexuality, I've thought of myself as being
somewhere on that spectrum, but could never fully relate to asexuality. I always thought it meant a lack of sex drive, which is why I couldn't relate to it.
Because I love sex. I think about sex a lot. I have a very high sex drive.
I like having sex with other people.
But it's very rare for me to be
sexually attracted to other people. It
does happen, every once in a blue moon, usually shortly followed or preceded by suddenly and completely falling love. (It's hard to tell which attraction comes first.) It's happened maybe three or four times in my life.
However, I still like sex enough that I'll have sex with people I'm not attracted to. I usually feel kind of crappy afterward. I know this. But I often find myself feeling lonely and horny enough that I do things I regret afterward, anyway. It's kind of a problem I have.
I always thought most people were like that, though.
I'll admit, I like kinky stuff better than 'just' sex.
Same here. Though I do enjoy some good vanilla every once in a while.
Holy molly! I was editing some of the short stories from my old laptop that I had saved on my e-mail. One of them is about a woman who lives in a society where everyone sees everyone through webcams and she keeps getting preassured by her friends and relatives to engage in sex and/or masturbation. At the end, she can only get off from BDSM fantasies while everyone else is distracted by a terrorist attack.
Two years ago, I wrote a short story about a girl who is feeling pressured into sex by her boyfriend. She's into bondage, but unsure about sex. She suggests he can tie her up, but over her clothes, and without having sex. He leaves her, thinking she's weird. It's also about a boy who loves her, who ends up tying her up, and who may or may not end up having sex with her.
Weirdly enough, this was inspired by the last girl I had a crush on (two years ago). She was a serial monogamist, and rejected me when I asked her out when I caught her briefly single. I asked a mutual friend about her, and he said there was something "weird" about her, "sexually", but didn't say more than that. I wrote it trying to imagine what that could mean.