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Here is how I explained asexuality to my mother:

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My Mom: What exactly is asexual?

Me: It means that I experience little to no sexual attraction.

My Mom: I just don’t understand that. You thought [name redacted] was cute.

Me: I still think [name redacted] is cute. I just don’t experience any sexual attraction towards them.

My Mom: That doesn’t make any sense to me.

Me: Well, I can recognize when someone is ugly, cute, uniquely hot, and when they are considered sexy, but I still don’t experience sexual attraction to any of them.

My Mom: I’m not saying that you don’t feel this way, or that I don’t believe you, but how could that be possible?

Me: Okay, so, let’s say that I have 4 pairs of shoes in front of me. The first pair are crocs, the second pair are ballet flats, the third pair are those chunky spice girls platform sandals, and the fourth pair are red stilettos.

My Mom: Okay…

Me: Now, I would classify the crocs as an ugly shoe. Do you agree?

My Mom: Yes.

Me: I would classify the ballet flats as cute.

My Mom: So would I.

Me: I would classify the platform sandals as ugly-hot. I know you hate them, but they call to me, and I still love them to this day. Does that make sense?

My Mom: *laughing* Yes.

Me: Lastly, I would classify the red stilettos as hot and/or sexy. Like, that’s a sexy shoe.

My Mom: Absolutely!

Me: Okay, now, even though I can recognize that these shoes have varying degrees of attractiveness, I do NOT want to fuck the shoes…and that is also how I feel about people.

My Mom: Ooohhhh, that makes way more sense to me. I get it now. Well, I don’t “get it,” because I’m straight, but I understand what you mean.

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Basically, this is how I felt trying to explain things: