“For asexuals, sex is like… a donut. When we see a donut, we do not have the urge to eat the donut. This does not necessarily mean we hate the donut, or think the donut is disgusting— many of us even like donuts. But we never have any urge to walk over there and eat it. Demisexuals will have the urge to eat the donut only if it their absolute favorite kind of donut in the whole world, and greysexuals sometimes will have the urge to get the donut, and sometimes not. Celibates are on diets.”—
(via youwatson)
Ah, so close, yet so far.
For asexuals, sex is like… a donut. When we see a donut, we do not have the urge to eat the donut.
For indifferent asexuals, you mean…
This does not necessarily mean we hate the donut, or think the donut is disgusting
But some of us do think donuts are disgusting! Are we not really asexual?
— many of us even like donuts.
Yet equally many don’t.
I can’t comment on the rest of this, because I’m not gray or demi, and I’m sure as fuck not celibate.
I do really like the metaphor and I like that it drives home the fact that celibacy is not only a choice but a choice that’s rooted in self-denial, which does not adequately describe the absence of sexual activity in some asexual people’s lives. It’s just… that pesky aversive erasure keeps rearing its ugly head, and I can’t resist playing Whack-A-Mole (Whack-A-Trope? Whack-A-Stereotype?) with it.
(Source: asexualeducation)
