When called out, he further explained that I was a drama queen who’d made up the assault entirely to get attention. For the record, it is many of their opinion that rape would fix me.Or at least if it didn’t, it would shut me up and punish me enough that I’d be scared into leaving the spotlight, freeing them to continue behaving as if asexual women don’t exist.If we’re not available for sex, then, hell, what are we for? Peer pressure and consistent “you don’t know until you try it!Comments directed at asexual men often speculate about what might be wrong with them, but comments directed at asexual women consistently contain fury and violence and disappointment at the idea of a woman who isn’t performing her perceived duty on the planet: satisfying a guy. ” messages made me think I needed to investigate before I was sure I didn’t care for it, but what I was really looking for was a magic switch to shut everyone up.Finally he said he would settle for a kiss on the cheek, and I rolled my eyes and said “fine.”He then badgered me electronically for a good couple of months, trying to get me to date him, insisting that he could sense my hidden sexual attraction for him, sending me compliments, and occasionally insulting me or telling me I should come watch porn at his house. I guess there are a great many things I still hadn’t learned.But when he began to talk like a rapist—offering the quote above, among others like “I took psychology in high school and I believe you are in denial, so stop playing childish games”—I decided he was dangerous and elected to stop communicating with him.
It not only contained misleading statements, but had been written—sans consent—in first person.
And one of the more egregious inaccuracies stuffed in my mouth was this: First off, this is a laughable misrepresentation of my lifestyle; my “nights with friends” generally involve art supplies or homemade pizza, with no special dress code required.
But on top of that, the author apparently felt compelled to feminize the asexual chick with traditional trappings of Lady Flavor.
After insisting that “the night is not complete without a good-night kiss” (what?
), I told him his night would have to be incomplete.