the moment at dawn when the night greets the day

(Sorry if this is late “OTL)

…and I’ll tell you who holds what.  Ready?

The umbrella, when it rains - 

The popcorn at the cinema - 

The baby, when it cries - 

The ice cream cone, when they share - 

The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie - 

The basket, when they go shopping - 

The door, on dates - 

The other’s hand, most often - 

Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - 

they’re just fun

File under: Things I did not expect in this month’s Cosmopolitan, but I am quite impressed by. Now if they could write a little more about it that would be great.

Yes, it is not only a nice response, but an honest, insightful and compassionate one.  The writer has put their finger on what I think is probably the primary damage most asexuals grow up with: In a world where everyone seems obsessed with sex, where there seems to be absolutely nowhere to turn and no one to look to if you’re not, the almost inescapable conclusion (typically reinforced by the people around you if you seek advice from friends) is that you must be broken.

(And let me tell you, going through life with every movie, book, TV show, news article and poster ad—not to mention friends and family—telling you basically, “But you should want to bang this hot person right here!” starts feeling pretty rapey after a while.)