Your gender? Male
Your sexual orientation? Asexual (polyromantic)
Where Are You From? West Coast
Where Do You Live? East Coast
How Old Are you? 26
Favorite Type of Music? Instrumental scores (I <3 Giacchino)
Profession or Career interest? Law
Favorite video game(s)? WarioWare Inc, WarioWare Twisted, Sonic Unleashed, OutRun 2, Super Mario Galaxy, and Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door all come to mind...
What are your hobbies (other than gaming)? Model building, trail running, music, and hobbyist software development. Oh, and Star Trek, don't get me started on Star Trek...
So yeah, I actually have been writing a proper introduction post for many days, but then I realized on about page 5 of my write-up that it would be way, way too long, so I'm gonna try to be brief. When I was a little kid, I wasn't like most of the other kids around me. While the other boys were into stuff like Guns, Street Sharks, Power Rangers, Video Games, and sports, I was into plushies, trains and planes, nature, crafting, science, and anything and everything cute. When I joined the Boy Scouts, I was kicked out within 3 meetings for being a "sissy" (they actually called me that in front of my mom and dad!); they explained that I was being too picky about getting dirty, and thought my use of hand wipes that I snuck into my pocket and handkerchiefs was making me a "class clown". The fact that I also recommended we build a solar cooker (which I saw on Bill Nye) to make all of our foods proper was apparently the last straw for my sissy rebellion) I cried for hours back home after I was out of scouting; all I wanted to do was be like my hero, Neil Armstrong, who made it to eagle scout. A year or 2 later, when one of my 5th-grade classmates caught me cross-stitching in my study hall, He ran, took my stitch, and needless to say, I became more of a pariah.
Middle school came and with it did puberty... for most of us. Feeling concerned that nothing was happening besides my boys dropping, my parents took me to the doctors. After many tests, I found out that I was normal mentally and hormonally; my puberty was not abnormal in any way, no was my brain or hormone levels. As I grew older, and saw those around me change, I noticed how much different I felt compared to those around me. I tried watching the same tv shows the others did, like The OC, American Idol, Boston Public, and shit like that, but though I enjoyed a bit of it, I didn't understand it like I now (sorta) do. By my senior year, everyone thought I was either playing hard to get, or gay. The gay kids around me treated me like shit. They were either being all like "come out already" or saying I was being a discriminatory jerk trying to act gay to make fun of them. The longer I stayed in HS, the worse it got, but HS isn't forever...
COLLEGE TIEM! I was placed in a dorm with 2 other guys, one was a cool surfer dude, the other was a protestant bro who seemed like a decent guy. After we got settled in, I noticed how different our areas were. His area was a little messy, with some Sports Illustrated swimsuit covers on the walls, and I had everything neat, smelling of lavender, with a few beanie babies on my desk, a cute calendar, and a notebook with cute little doodles I drew after week of welcome. Now, even with my disconnect, I've always been extremely sociable and sociably apt. Just because I don't "get" some things doesn't mean I don't know how to function in society, so I joined the RHA to get credits as well as observe how other people are like. The moor rooms I checked, the more wrong I felt being... me. Depressed in the library, I was reading on depression and sexuality, and mental development and then I asked myself... what if I'm not getting things on a sexual or adult level because I'm actually not into that. I know that some people are born blind, maybe I was born without the ability to lust.
Over the next month, I read journals, books, interviews, sites, and even old newsgroups, and learned a lot about sex, sexuality, mental disorders, and gender. After a whole week of getting up the courage, I walked into my University's LGBT center; I learned about a month or so earlier when a girl from the center did a project for our english class. I walked up to the counter and requested to speak with a counselor and a peer advisor so I could better find myself...
Guys, this is one of the reasons why I never thought I would come out on GAF, I've just been hurt but what you are about to hear too much. Hell, even coming out IRL is something I don't take lightly.
Anyways, I told them that even though I am a guy, I've never been into girls or other guys, or anything else for that matter, and even though I am fine with being called male and dress like a guy, and am totally cool with being a guy, I just know from the bottom of my heart that if suddenly I magically became a woman with absolutely nothing else changing, I would be the same; same mannerisms, same voice, same habits, same preferences, same everything. I took a deep breath with eyes starting to water, and said that I think I was asexual.
She laughed at me, I was on the verge of tears, and that bitch fucking laughed at me. She told me I had nothing to worry about, and if I like guys it's okay. I told her that I wasn't hiding anything or being difficult, and then her laugh turned to anger. Her calm, welcoming voice turned to stern anger, and her co-hort the peer advisor was giving me a look too. She asked me what my "deal" was? I asked "what do you mean, I came here for help because I might be queer". She then asked if I was Jewish (which I am, and she guessed it based on name), and I told her yes. She said how dare I use religion to try to coax and shame them out of their lifestyle, and that it's not a sin (I didn't say a SINGLE word about religion either). I started sobbing, the peer counselor interjecting "and you're not even dysphoric, do some better research next time; we don't tolerate bigotry here". In tears, I left the center, walked through the woods, and then cried in my dorm, alone... more alone than I had ever felt in life.
At that moment I decided to just ignore sex and sexuality, and just "fake it" until I somehow "made it". When I moved into my new dorm, my setup was sterile; no cute, no plushies, no pretty/trendy colors, no nothing, just a clean workspace with a plain wallpaper. I started getting along with others that shared my interests, including a person I would later live with after college, and things were looking; not looking up, just looking, and I thought that was good enough for me. Then, after a few months, I decided to come out to my parents. My father is all like, do what makes you happy; if you wanna never have children and if you are happy alone, go for it. He said I needn't ever feel any pressure about getting married or having kids or anything I'm not comfortable with; he doesn't want or need grandchildren, he just wants to see me live the way I want. My mom is loving too, but perhaps too old-school and loving. I still think she doesn't realize that I'm not just a "good boy" who's "not a pervert", I am just not capable of sexual attraction. After I came out, I decided to go back to being... me. Bought some new plushies and new pins and lots of cool stuff for my desk.
Years later, my clash with the LGBT community continued. First, I was called a homophobe simply because I said no when asked in a college survey if I was gonna vote for the legalization of gay marriage in my state (I would never vote on marital issues and never have, simply because I don't believe that government should have anything to do with marriage. I don't both for it, but I don't vote against it either; seems like the right thing to do in my situation anyways). Then, I was labeled as a "Lezzie hater" because I made a complaint to the dorm above me for loud noises, and it later escalated to me be accused of a homophobic hate crime (and keep in mind all I did was call UPD about the noise!). Reading more into the LGBT community and the HRC, I learned of Dan Savage, and I definitely don't like a lot of the thing's he's said about asexual people, which is why I never affiliated with the HRC or any LGBT association. Few weeks after that, I was labeled a s bigot once more, because I happened to be the only one in my dorm not to sign my name along the "LGBTA" support sheet (mainly because A stood for ally on the sheet and I'm not LGBT or THAT A), and because I'm Jewish I MUST be gay shaming (again, I did not make a single comment about religion at all!)...
Finally, the one thing that hurt me most as of recently was the fact that one of my friends that came out as trans was kinda sexist towards me. After she came out as trans (MTF btw, not that it matters), I came out to her with my queerness as well. I don't know why I did it, maybe to let her know that she's not the only one who's not straight, and that she had a friend that would be there for her. In the weeks that followed, she became quite sexist. She stopped taking my advice on makeup and fashion simply because I am male (news flash, she is too (not that there's anything wrong with that)), and said that she needs a girl's advice; this made me feel horrible. I didn't chose a dick, does me having a dick suddenly make my opinions and my experience in fashion of all genders invalid? It felt really bad. Not 3 weeks after that, I had another bad sexist experience from a (not that it should matter, but here it is for completion) lesbian storeclerk. Me and one of my good friends (who happens to be female) each came into the store with bags of the same size. When we entered, the clerk told us we needed to leave the bag at the counter, but I said nah, and offered to take my friend's bag to the car as well. She then said, "No, hers is fine", and I said "why?" then my friend said "yeah, these are practically the same bag". The clerk was then all like "well, you have a purse, it's different", and I said she was being sexist and the my friend angrily stormed out, holding my hand. Again, getting treated like a criminal just because I have a dick. This friend of mine and I also have something in common: we're both non-common queers. She is pansexual, and she has had trouble within the LGBT community herself because of it.
How are things now? Well, I keep my sex and sexuality to myself, and there's still a disconnect, but I am more open to talk about it now. As long as it is not face to face (so phone or online), I respond to any pronoun (I have never called myself agender, but I'd be lying if I said I jst go with what I am, because that's how little of a deal it means to me (again, I just know I'd be the same if I magically switched sexes one day)) Hell, not even a year ago, I even came out to my best friend in casual conversation, and like a true best friend, he always knew that I was asexual (made me so happy). Yeah, I don't understand how boobs can be sexualized, and no, I don't like dick, but that's okay. I've been hurt a lot by a lot of people. I've been hurt by heterosexual people, and I've been hurt the same, hell, maybe even greater, by people within the LGBT community, supposedly fighting for equality and understanding. But even after all this hurt, specially what happened at the LGBT center with me, I don't hate anyone based on their sexuality. Just because I don't both one way or the other on marriage, or I'm not comfortable being affiliated with any major LGBT/HRC group, doesn't mean I'm not queer. I don't go out in public saying it, I mean why should I need to, but I don't want to be alone anymore. I will never fit in and belong with straight people because I'm not straight, and until more mainstream LGBT groups open up more about sexual orientations that are not that common, but every bit as valid, I don't belong there either. This thread, and its posters, seem to be the most welcoming place I have ever seen in my life when it comes to these things, and I truly mean it; I hope I'm not wrong.
You're good people, so I respectfully ask... Is there a place for me here? If not, I will sadly respect it, just as I respected my pardoned permaban, something I never made an alt for. If there is, I say thank you.