I feel less out of place around here than I do amongst sexuals; however, being grey-a is like being trapped in a weird netherworld between sexuality and asexuality. I can "get" sexual innuendos easily, I can laugh at dirty jokes (I'm 100% sure my best friend and I were truly the most dirty-minded two girls in the Christian middle school we both attended, and we continued right on being dirty-minded up until she passed away a few years ago), and I don't mind many sexual references in songs, tv, movies, etc.
I also think I have quite a bit of "armchair" knowledge of sex (armchair of course because I have never participated in it myself), probably as much if not more than the average sexual my age and gender.
And, unlike many here, I have experienced having a mad crush on someone, and also the terrible urges to want to make physical contact with that person (even if not always wanting to have actual sexual intercourse with them). But, there have also been a couple of times in my life where I could have easily jumped the bones of a couple of guys I had a crush on. And once, I even found myself flirting with one of these men - I have no idea how I did it, nor could I ever replicate it here and now, but somehow, it just came over me like some kind of hidden ingrained knowledge passed on for generations.
But despite all of this, I also find quite a lot about sexuals very perplexing and a lot of it I can't for the life of me relate to in any way. Years ago I had a friend who had left her husband, who was abusive to her. She lived alone for over a year, and she shared with me what a struggle it was for her to "be without a man" in her life (it wasn't just the sex, she said). I did the best I could to sympathize with her and support her, but for the life of me I just can't understand this desire to go from one love interest to another, or to feel awful when you have no one. For me, the handful of crushes I have had in my life (4 were major crushes, and a couple were just "squishes") left me wanting to run far away from any kind of romantic entanglements with anyone once they were over. I had no desire to search again for someone else to re-ignite that feeling, and all of these crushes just happened without me searching for any romantic interests. In fact, the last time one happened, I found myself plunged into a deep depression that took me more than 2 years to recover from. So in that regard, it would seem to me that being a sexual would be an utterly emotionally torturous existence. When I have "flipped" to sexuality for those few instances, I was very, very unhappy overall (though the crush itself could cause giddy excitement and high energy, almost like some kind of drug), so in that regard, I am mentally much healthier when I am in asexual mode. Actually, sexuals do seem to me to be like drug addicts ever in search of another fix (not trying to be sex-negative here, just looking at things from my own perspective), going from a high to a crash and over and over again. Unless of course they are the rare people who meet their soul mate early on in life and end up marrying or being with that person for ages. And for me, the withdrawal from the "drug" was hell on earth, almost akin to what a real drug addiction and detox might cause, so being asexual works out much better for me.
In these ways I feel out of place pretty much anywhere, but I also feel somewhat luck that I've been able to experience life from "both sides", so to speak.