I'd say things like "I wouldn't know what to do with a boyfriend if I had one!"
Most people's response: "Ohhhh, you wiiiillll"
Then they'd do that nudging-and-clicking thing people do when they're trying to be sly. Nudge-Nudge-"Kch!-Kch!"
Mom more or less figured it out on her own, but for many years, I was kinda-sorta-maybe hoping to find a "companion,' which was our code for "Boyfriend who won't want sex, either." But what bugs me about her is that she's dead certain that the cause is physical in my case. A congenital medical condition caused me to be born with an enlarged clit, and the fine physicians of 40 decades ago simply removed it, sometime between infancy and toddlerdom. The medical condition I have involves messed-up hormones, so... well. I hate to concede that Mom could have... {{sigh}}... a point, but I'd prefer thinking that it's all in my head!
My BFF once lamented that I wasn't the sort of friend she could trade S.O. stories with. She's the most sexual person I've ever known, so I can only imagine what sort of S.O. stories she wanted to share. She knows of my ace-ness, but I can't help but think that, deep down, she thinks I just need a good lay. But whatever.
Man, I can't get over the "Not a sin if you don't act on it" line from an earlier post. It means that we have to have sex to avoid sinning. Right??

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