Being asexual is hilarious because sometimes my brain will tell me “I need him to destroy me. I need him to BLEEEEP me into next Tuesday.” And then I’m like, “hm, okay, care to elaborate on that?”
And… crickets.
“Any idea what you actually want him to do to you?” And my brain is like, “Y’know what. I didn’t plan that far ahead.”
It’s like “She’s so sexy I’m literally drooling and barking God forgive me I am sinning I am lusting” yeah and your maximum level of intimacy with that woman is gonna be sculpting her in marble. I don’t think anyone goes to hell for that














