being demisexual is like sitting at a buffet full of food and watching everybody else gorge themselves, and they keep asking you why you’re not eating and insisting that the food is delicious, but it all looks entirely unappetizing to you and you can’t bring yourself to eat any of it.
and then you start really getting to know this one particular kind of food. you learn how it’s prepared, the history behind it, what ingredients are typically used, etc., and you start to think “yeah you know what I think I could eat this.”
but by that point someone else has taken the food because you didn’t eat it fast enough.




















