Paris, 2000. I was 27 years old when I first met Juliette. One february evening she arrived by bike at our rehearsal of choral music. The cheeks pinked by the cold, her sparkling look, her smiling face with her long, curly black hair, as well her enthusiasm made me want to know her.
I was raised in a home with straight parents, whose friends were mainly couples — straight, lesbian and gay. All were in committed relationships. Most stayed together for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until parted by death.
I have described all the types of romantic orientations and we will take a look at one of them that’s fairly personal to me, the alterous attraction. Yes, it is my orientation, and I will do my best to describe what it feels like to be alterous.
I’ve been thinking about writing this for quite a while now, but only now have I decided to do so. It may shed some light on what the life of a sex-repulsed ace is like. I hope it will help people to better understand us. And it may help someone else to find themselves, find that they are not alone, or help in some other way.
I first met Karen through Facebook in August 2010, when Facebook used to suggest friends for you.
I am a woodworker making small boxes and pens.
I suppose if you’re cis (or just think you are), you want to know how people come to this type of conclusion about ourselves.
After all, it’s not like we live in a world or culture where it’s any at all “normal” for people to question their assigned gender at birth (AGAB) at any point in their lives.