The best part about being asexual is knowing that you will never be honeypotted. I often picture myself as a mark in a James Bond movie who has information or something and Daniel Craig saunters up in his sexiest tux to seduce me and I’m just like “No thank you” no matter what he does and then he has an existential crisis and walks away in a daze then sends in Moneypenny cause maybe I just like women and I’m like “hey girl, no thanks” and send her away as well and they just never get the information. I am an immovable plot piece without even knowing it. Sorry James but I defy the tropes of your genre.
learned a new word today, “honeypotting” (pink is my color for definitions). also here are the best replies:
^ true facts, relatable, 100%. i really thought everyone else was weak for falling for pretty marketing
AMAURY???? HELLO?????
relatable 100% again
they’d have to promise me a lifetime supply of ripe mangos for me to consider sharing the info.
