You can call me… Claude
I identify as… an asexual, aromantic, neutrois person.
As far as third-person pronouns go, … I prefer gender neutral ones.
I’m attracted to… no one. At least if we’re talking about sexual or romantic attractions. I have experienced aesthetic attraction, and I’ve had squishes.
When people talk about me, I want them to… I’d prefer it if people didn’t talk about me when I’m not around. I don’t exactly know why, but it makes me uncomfortable. But I guess that’s impossible, so… I’d want them focus on my personality and what I do, instead of my appearance or gender.
I want people to understand… that I’m not female or male. And I also want them to understand that it hurts me when they tell me my sexual orientation isn’t real.
I’m Claude. I used to be a fundamentalist Christian (Protestant). I used to be afraid of and disgusted by homosexuality. It was probably because I’d grown up watching Disney movies (so homosexuality was a very new thing to me when I first heard about it), and I had been to Church many times because I was in the Church choir. But then, when I was about 11-12 years old, everyone else started getting crushes and thinking about sex. I tried pretending I was like them, but it didn’t work. So I searched the internet for other people who didn’t want sex, and found AVEN. AVEN made me more accepting of sexual orientations and gender identities. Not sure how, but it did.
At first I identified as a heteroromantic, because I didn’t know aromanticism existed, but when I found a thread about it all just made sense.
I also identified as a girl. Sort of. I hadn’t quite reached puberty yet, so my body looked pretty androgynous when I wore clothes. But then my breasts started developing, and I just felt, “This is not me.” I didn’t know why I felt that, I hadn’t yet discovered other gender identities than “female” and “male,” but it made me very miserable. Then I found a thread (on AVEN :D) about being neutrois and I just knew.
Somewhere along the line I started becoming less and less religious, and I fully stopped believing in God when my cat died. I prayed for months for God to make her come alive again, and I got no response.
(This probably turned out too long, but whatever)
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