I'm not really sure where to start with this. I guess to sum it up I'm nowhere near as asexual as I thought I was. I mean, I still feel like physical contact like cuddling and hugs would be perfectly fulfilling, but I've generally stopped thinking of sex as kind of weird. I'm still not sure if I could go through with it, but that's all to do with my body issues rather than problems with the act itself. My aesthetic preferences have also stopped shifting. The past several months have been the longest uninterupted block of being androphillic that I can remember. I'm not sure, but I think two recent events have contributed to this change/realization/whatever it actually is.
One: I'm starting to acknowledge certain...inclinations of mine, in the D/s direction. I've always had some curiosity about it, but was too afraid to actually explore it (mentally, that is, I haven't done much outside my head). While not everything about it is necissarily about sex, it's painting a picture of sex that is more appealing to me. Some of this is due, I think, to the fact that my fantasies no longer force me to have a particular set of genetalia, my sex fantasies now match my regular fantasies in terms of my body. Even certain sex acts that I though of as just plain gross before seem ok in the context of D/s.
Two: I like someone. Not that I've done anything about it but mope and bemoan my lack of social skills. I've had crushes before, but this is more...extreme? Strong? I don't know. The last time I remember feeling this way was when I was thirteen, and I don't exactly trust my emotions from then. Add to this the fact that I hardly know this person. He's in one of my classes (or was, the semester ended and the most I'm garunteed to see him now is occasionally in the dining hall), and I'm basing all of this on some comments he’s made in class that show he’s intelligent, a couple of times that he made me laugh (again, in class [well, recitation] and literally a couple), and those pretty, pretty eyes. What the fuck is wrong with me? Anyway, I guess having a specific focus for my desires clears up some of the ambivalence, and pretty much explains the androphillia (I also have started to really like sweatshirts recently, take a guess why).
The problem: I am really not ready or prepared to be in a relationship. I don’t trust myself to handle it without making a complete fool of myself, I’m definitely sure I have a couple unrealistic expectations that I’m working on prying out of my skull. I’m dealing with personal shit, and I don’t want to force this on someone. And I don’t want a diversion/distraction/whatever from my shit because I’m already using a friend’s problems as an excuse to not work on myself. And the fact that I’m incapable of seriously thinking about talking to this guy without having a panic attack seems to indicate I have other issues I’m not aware of/acknowledging.
Then there’s the part of me that’s saying to stop being an emo shit and that all of that is irrelevant/pointless/an excuse. I don’t know, I’m kind of stuck. I’m not asking for advice here, because I’d probably ignore all of it anyways, this is just a brain dump.







