Demisexual Quotes

There won't be any sex for the first three hundred thousand words... that's how you know this is an asexual-to-demisexual story.

Never, ever let anyone tell you that who you are is wrong. It's okay to be gay. Or straight. Or bisexual. It's also okay to be asexual, demisexual, pansexual, or aromantic. You do you, and if anyone gives you grief for that, remember one thing: You are exactly the way you're supposed to be.

but if forced to think about it, I was probably borderline demi-sexual. I found people visually appealing all the time, but my libido felt absolutely no motivation to pipe up.

I've read fairy tales, of course, and listened to plaintive love songs, but I never understood why anyone would wake up after a hundred years and marry the prince who broke into their bedroom for a kiss. Or dance with a stranger once and decide to spend the rest of their lives together. I always felt a baffled kind of melancholy when others raptured over love at first sight, like maybe something was wrong with me, maybe I didn't know how to love someone at all. I didn't know it wasn't just me.

I think I definitely am asexual, but to what degree, I’m not sure. There’s gray ace, biromantic, aromantic, and the one I think I could be which is demisexual.

Demisexual?” Her face, that beautiful face, remains unchanged. Doesn’t shift to incredulity or boredom. Just understanding. Beautiful understanding and acceptance. “I know. I won’t press you into anything you don’t want. I love you, Lili. All of you and all of how you think and live and breathe. Demisexual just means loving differently, and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s your everything I love. Not bits and pieces.” “My everything?” She nuzzles her forehead beneath my chin. “Yes, your everything. Silly siren.

When I tell people that I'm demisexual and explain to people what it means, some people think it's another label that people use to feel special, or that I despise people who sleep around, when that's not the case,

What few relationships I'd had led me to figure out there wasn't anything wrong with my libido; it just had a more restrictive admissions policy than what seemed like the other ninety-eight percent of the population

It’s weird, spending your life feeling different from everyone around you and not understanding why or how. You helped when you gave me those terms, but I still didn’t know who I was. Don’t know if I do now. Am I demisexual? I guess. But maybe I’m not, and I don’t know that it really matters. The only thing that does, for me at least, is how I feel.

But in fanfiction anything was fair game. If we could turn protagonists into vampires, bounty hunters, or elves, we could sure as heck turn them homosexual, bisexual, asexual or any ot he wonderful, beautiful in-betweens. Characters slid all over the rainbow. And through fanfiction I learned about identities like transgendered, genderfluid, and demisexual.

So maybe you're asexual. But that is not all bad! I know it feels bad. You're pretty much in you're own version of the closet trying to figure it out. I've been there. I thought my liking boys was a phase I would grow out of if I just ignored it. ...but I want to tell you, as someone who thought they were broken and everyone was staring at them and knew that you, that are not broken. Plus you might [be somewhere else on the sexuality spectrum]...or [you might] only be interested in sex with people once you know them, and have a bond with them [Demisexual]. Or maybe you're only turned on by a very particular kind of sex or fetish that you haven't discovered. But as long as everyone is consenting, there's nothing wrong with your desire, or you're not having desire! We're all wired differently.

Faron's heart stopped entirely as she stared at him. Like friends, romance was a sacrifice she'd made to be the Childe Empyrean. It hadn't mattered much to her until now, because Faron had figured out long ago that she didn't feel attraction the way other people did. She had never looked at a random person and wanted them. She had never seen the beauty of others as anything other than an objective observation. She had never pictured herself kissing anyone the way she'd seen her sister kiss Cherry McKay. But she pictured it now.

•   Do you find other people sexy—in a way that makes you feel sexual desire or arousal, or a way that makes you think sex or sexual touching with that person would be satisfying (regardless of whether you’d actually do it)? If you don’t feel this with anyone, you may be asexual. •   Do you develop sexual attraction every once in a while, but don’t find its pursuit or satisfaction intrinsically rewarding? Some people would call that asexual. •   Do you think having sex (or the idea of having sex) is okay, but not very interesting or important? Could you take it or leave it, and find leaving it more convenient or preferable? Some people would call that asexual. •   Do you feel sexual attraction sometimes, but only rarely? You may be graysexual,* and you’ll have a lot in common with asexual people if you are. •   Do you sometimes develop sexual attraction when you’ve already developed other important connections with someone, but never feel sexually attracted to strangers, celebrities, or mere acquaintances? You may be demisexual,* and you’ll also have a lot in common with asexual people if you are. * Gray and demi identities are considered to be “on the asexual spectrum”—there are lots of in-betweens! See Part Two of this book for more discussion of romantic identities and types of asexual people, including the gray areas.

I never told you the details of how Cea and I started dating...I was worried and embarrassed back then about my decided lack of interest, in, well, everybody. I went out on date, well that part doesn’t really matter Cecilia was auditing a company representing at the time and there was a court case involved so we spent a lot of time together and became friends. Everything else, dating and being attracted to her, that followed after.” “What are you saying here?“ Kai asks. “I’m saying,“ I take a step closer, “ that I don’t get attracted to people that easily. In fact, it almost never happens. So I don’t think we can draw any fundamental conclusions about my sexuality. And maybe we don’t have to. I’ve never felt the need to label myself before, so why can’t I say I am more attracted to you and anyone else?

Doesn't count," Mark told them. "Either of you. Whether you're pansexual like Chance, demisexual like Dez, hetero, homo, bisexual." He shook his head. "It's not a flaw. Sorry, guys.

Fuck normal.” [Varick] took [Kieran’s] crumpled wrapper and slowly straightened it out on the table. He began to fold it in half, then half again, and finally one last time in half, making a neat square. “Normal is a societal construct that is created by people. There is no consistency across civilizations or cultures. What is normal to one person is not normal to another. It once was normal to own slaves and be prejudiced against people of color like yourself. It was once normal to make women wear dresses and cover themselves. And long ago it was normal to cut off someone’s hand for stealing instead of putting them in jail. Eventually, all societal constructs fall to new ideas. Normal is one of them.” Kieran stared at him with his mouth slightly open. “Now, just fold up your silly wrapper like you want to.

I forgot what led to it, but here it is: 'Romance, love, and sex are actually all separate things, but our conflation of them leads to various troubles.' It surprised me to hear that. I'd never thought about them separately before. Because it never occured me to do so.

—¿Eres demisexual? —Creo que lo que soy es demipansexual.

Not that it’s your business, but I do like sex. With Hannah,” he confirmed. “There are a whole lot of ways to be demisexual. It’s a wide spectrum. Mine is, apparently, sex is great if I’m in love and holds absolutely no interest for me if I’m not.

What he felt for Justin was purely platonic, and clinging to the idea of more would be making mountains out of mole hills, setting himself up for disappointment in the long run. Simply because he wanted to be demisexual didn't mean he was.

Lots of things exist in Gamin that shouldn't... It doesn't stop them from existing.

It’s all right, Byron. You’re more poet than you are pirate.” I walk up to him then. He scrambles to fix his spectacles. “But didn’t you always dream of adventure?” He stammers a bit. “I mean. I studied literature.