If your sexual preference is for left-footed people with a tilde in their name, or you identify as a queer Muslim elf from Lord of the Rings, I'm fine with that. All I need is a word for it, so I understand how to deal with it.
As a demisexual, the merest thought of the possibility regarding speculation about the idea of progressing from chats to irl encounters makes my haemorrhoids throb.
Some people think astrology is an embarrassing anachronism from a time when people looked to the skies and thought they could perceive the shapes of the gods. They weren’t really shapes though, because they change as soon as your perspective shifts. The gender binary is exactly the same.
Obviously, my first thought was that I needed to capture the changes in my sex drive. The second thought, being a project manager, was that the solution probably involved spreadsheets.
Clearly I’m giving out the right signs because a moment later Emily leans in close. “You’ve not tried to kiss me yet,” she purrs. “Are you gay?” I go home alone.
"I'm coming out, I want the world to know, got to let it show..."