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#sexuality crisis
love-too · 2 years
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Me trying to understand how I can be 100% sure that I'm aroace when I have never felt attraction in my life, but knowing how attraction feels is the only way that could confirm me that I've never felt it
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vivika-ka · 2 months
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For anyone in the ASPEC community, how did you find out you are in the ASPEC spectrum? I’ve been grappling with my identity for a while now.
Getting super personal for a minute but as someone who grew up in a small town in Brazil where even the concept of being LGBTQ+ was considered a sin/taboo during the time I was a child and teen (I’ve been told it’s somewhat better now!), I’m still trying to understand my own sexuality now that I’m out of there and have the opportunity to even explore how I feel.
And thinking back on my intimate experiences, I never felt anything while engaging in them. I’d enter some sort of limbo, idk. Just complete numbness. And I felt absolutely awful after—I’d be extremely depressed for days.
Like, I know only one instance when the journey of being together with the person and even light activities (that felt genuine) made me feel enjoyment and love. And there were the rare times I’d want to engage in sexual activities, when I felt in love with the person. But when it got to the activity itself, zilch, I felt nothing. Which made me feel guilty.
I still have difficulties knowing what spectrum I fall under. On one hand I’d say I’m panromantic asexual. On the other hand I’d say I’m just pan asexual. But both experiences (romantic and non-romantic) rendered me numb.
The thing that confuses me is, I love romance. I love love, if that makes any sense. But when it comes to me in the equation, it often (but not always) falls flat? So I get to the question of, “Am I aromantic too, then?” And I fall in this rabbit hole of scattered identities. And admittedly I often find myself falling into some sort of traditional line of thinking (thx Protestant and Catholic upbringing 🫠)
Anyway, I’m in a constant state of trying to understand myself and my sexuality, and even feel pressured at times to have a specific answer, given how it seems extremely important for people online.
Most people seem so sure. They know with such certainty, I find myself envious at times. Given that I often find myself at a lost. And that usually makes me feel…incomplete, for a lack of better word. I feel like I don’t belong anywhere. Idk.
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ohheyfullmetal · 6 months
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Magnus Chase when he and Alex Fierro kissed for the first time
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gremlinbabe · 8 months
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You know what 2 scenes live rent free in my head cuz they give off the same energy: innocent question leads to brain error
Stiles asking a fairly innocent question not realizing what he implied because he didn’t know that Derek was gonna flirt with the deputy. But Derek knew what his plan was and definitely had at least a passing thought on the flirting with stiles when stiles asked Derek what his plan was to sneak into the precinct and show him an example. And you can actively see his brain */error message/* because it wasn’t something that had crossed his mind previously
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Then stiles in a similar situation of unassuming person asking a fairly innocent question only for him to */error message/* too because he never really thought about it. (Caitlyn asking if he like girls and guys too after she had answered she liked both) and with how stiles brain works I wouldn’t be surprised if his thoughts jumped to first guy(s) or most recent crush that he’s had on a dude that he’s now starting to realize maybe wasn’t strictly appreciation of a cool guy.
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sillypuppyslut · 2 months
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Reddit transfems are calling me a good puppy and It’s making me question if I even like men anymore. I love women (and enbies too:3)
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lifesizecorpsekit · 1 month
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oh no! i was so comfortable with my aroace label why why why why sexuality crisis why again? you cannot let me have a peaceful year without either gender identity or sexuality crisis now can you
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hawkinsbnbg · 7 months
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Steve's first thought when he discovered bisexuality wasn't "Oh, so there's a name for me, I'm not alone", it was "What a relief that I can still like girls" instead.
Don't get him wrong, he wasn't against being gay, it was just that girls were always an easier option for him.
He didn't need to pretend because he did like girls, like how soft and nice-smelling they were, like how they nestled in his arms and let him protect them.
But he also liked how tough and masculine-smelling boys were, like how they roughhoused and overpowered him whenever they wanted to.
He liked both and somehow, he was afraid ashamed to admit so.
Thus, while he would go out with girls and hook up with them, he would jerk off to photos of naked men on his phone when he was alone and fantasized about being pinned beneath them.
And yet, those masturbations remained as his guilty pleasure. A scandalous thing that was never allowed to see the sunlight.
Steve knew nothing was wrong with him liking boys, the world had started becoming kinder and more accepting.
But it was also difficult letting himself become the one thing that he had been taught was bad growing up.
His worldview didn't quite shatter when he first had a wet dream about one of the boys in his class, but it was a close thing.
It had made Steve dizzy and nauseous, causing him to almost have a panic attack when he thought it was over for him.
That was why he had spent his high school years sleeping around, hoping to cure himself.
It was until he met Robin that his eyes were opened.
Learning about bisexuality had finally set his mind at peace and he could never thank his best friend enough for saving him from his inner turmoil.
Still, Steve always had this secret fear that no one knew about, even Robin. But he had a suspicion that she already did and was just waiting for him to confide in her.
Thing was, Steve always wondered what he would do if the love of his life was a 'he' and not a 'she'.
Would he be brave enough to love 'him'? Or would he continue denying his feelings and stay single and unhappy for the rest of his life?
As Steve was still struggling with those questions, Eddie Munson had swept into his life like a storm.
The man took nobody's shit and was unapologetic when he told people his opinions.
He was weird and funny but also kind and a romantic at heart.
He always listened to Steve, took Steve seriously, and offered Steve comfort.
He made Steve laugh, made Steve forget all about the bad things, and made Steve float with happiness.
He was everything Steve could ever ask for in a partner.
Except, Eddie Munson was a 'he'.
And never once in his life Steve had wished to be a girl so bad.
Because if he was a girl, he could be together with Eddie without fearing his parents' disappointment or the pity and disdain people would throw his way once they knew he wasn't straight.
Nonetheless, all of that couldn't compare to his fear of losing Eddie.
Every day, the fear got worse until Steve just broke down and started bawling his eyes out in his bathroom at three in the morning because he missed Eddie so much.
After crying his heart out, he decided to just up and go to Eddie.
The older man had taken one look at him before carefully pulling him inside his apartment and wrapping him in his steady arms.
"Eddie," he sobbed, unable to keep his emotions at bay.
"I'm here, sweetheart," Eddie combed his hair gently and swayed them both slowly. "I'm here."
Everything kind of went hazy after that for Steve and when he woke up again, he found himself being tucked safely in Eddie's chest.
Somehow, the easy intimacy between them just broke something inside Steve.
He didn't know he was crying again until he heard Eddie's worried voice above him.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere, Steve?" Eddie had pulled back to get a better look at him.
"Nothing, I... I'm just scared," Steve sniffled.
"Oh," Eddie's face softened and the man started stroking his back soothingly. "What are you scared of, Stevie?"
"You," Steve admitted.
"Me?" Hurt flashed across Eddie's eyes.
"Yeah," Steve closed his eyes and dug the heel of his palm into his eyelid as he choked out. "I'm scared that I love you," his lips wobbled again, "So much, too much."
A tense silence blanketed them and Steve kept breathing shakily. He didn't dare to open his eyes not even when Eddie shifted and cradled his face softly.
"Me too," Eddie whispered. "I'm scared too."
That made Steve's eyes fly open in surprise, "Was that why you never said anything?"
"Yes and no," Eddie smiled sadly at him. "I'm always scared but never was I more scared of anything than losing you, sweetheart. I never said anything because I was afraid that I'd ruin our friendship with my stupid feelings."
"What should I do?" Steve leaned into the older man's touch and watched those dark eyes reflect his image. They were shining with many unsaid things and he wished he could keep them all to himself.
"I can't say anything for you, darlin'," Eddie caressed his cheek tenderly. "But we can be scared together if you accept me. Accept us."
Steve parted his lips to say it, but all the words just stuck in his throat and choked him with their thorns.
Eddie seemed to understand him nonetheless because the older man just gave him another sad smile before leaning closer until their lips met in a soft kiss.
"I love you," Steve murmured when they finally parted, his pointer finger tracing the line on Eddie's jaw.
"Love you too, my sweet boy," Eddie kissed his forehead and held him close again.
After that night, they had been inseparable. Despite their relationship staying secret, they had announced it to their close friends and Eddie's uncle.
Though the fear was still there and Steve might never be ready to accept himself, he felt better with Eddie by his side, always understanding and loving him unconditionally.
And Steve just knew he would be alright. They would be alright.
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TUMBLR I REQUIRE HELP
like actually how do i know if i’m a lesbian or if i’m bi
bc every boy i’ve dated i’ve hated dating them
but i like them before
also i think i’m relating a bit too hard to good luck babe
i’m having a crisis
i dont want to marry a man
i only want to be with a woman
but like some men are attractive
but like the idea of having sex or a relationship w a man makes me wanna throw up
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Having trouble?
Are you having trouble figuring out if your asexual, Aromantic or both? Here are some signs to look for!
(You don’t have to have all or any of these signs to be ace, aro or aroace, these are just some hints to help, hell you don’t have to relate to any! Your always valid!)
Asexual
You may have little to no interest in sex or intimacy
You may find others attractive but not be attracted to them
You might enjoy platonic to slightly less platonic (kissing or more) but not want to go further
You may not being intrested in the whole “sexy” thing
Aromantic
You may not find the idea of romantic relationships appealing to you
You may have trouble relating to or understanding media and more about love.
You might have a physical attraction to people but you might not develop a crush on them
You may also present as not understanding why people behave they way they do when "in love" (This was a big on for me)
You might not find any or most romantic plots in books/movies/media interesting or needed (another big one for me)
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love-too · 2 years
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Am I the only one who, like, never deeply questioned their gender identity, but after realizing I am aroace understood that, yeah, the gender I was assigned with at birth doesn't bother me, but also doesn't really feel like a part of me either.
I'm the only one? Cool
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canonsunkmyships · 2 years
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nick, having Feelings™ for charlie and not knowing what they were: 
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lazyasriel · 6 months
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my partner: I never had a gender or sexuality crisis until i met you
now he is growing out his hair, asking me to help him do make up, and has come out as bi
please witness the power of my queerness
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youareinlovetv · 2 months
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lesbian
ok the weirdest fucking thing happened today
me and a few friends were talking about lgbtq+ stuff and hanging around, and one girl who idk that well but seems pretty nice asks me if im a lesbian (it’s ok they’re lgbtq+) and i look up at her and for some reason i say “yes”
i thought i was bi but they asked if i was a lesbian and it felt right for me to say yeah im a lesbian
anyway im here and im lesbian now lmao
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gender-fluidbees · 6 months
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it has come to my attention that i may in fact be bisexual
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softnala · 1 month
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Idk if this is a sexuality problem or a mental/neurodivergent problem.
I’m not sure how to phrase it but idk if I’ve ever been in love like actually? I’ve had crushes before. I’ve asked out people (almost all the guys I’ve been with) and yet the moment I ask out I regret it(?) but I still go along with it and I end up completely dependent on them and have a visceral reaction to them leaving. Plus I’m like deeply loyal I only see them and nothing else. I have been kissed before but I never ever liked it. I cannot even think of having sex like physically. In theory I enjoy it. I love imagining fictional characters or like celebrities (?) (like tv show characters yk..just without their faces ig) I love reading about it but I don’t want it. Kissing makes me uncomfortable, sex makes me uncomfortable. But I don’t shy away from sexting eventho I hate it after. I’ve been so confused and just tired of feeling this way. I want to know if it’s normal or if I’m just broken man. Idk…some help would be nice
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help im thinking of fabriz and prohecting so hard. riz struggling with "am i gay? am i aro? am i ace?" and then fabian just being like, "hi i'm gay actually and i've been in love with riz for longer than i even knew." and riz being like, "oh shit. i'm in love with fabian but idk what love feels like but i think i love him."
like. i wish i could be in the same boat. and tbh there's people in the past that might have been but i'll never know now. and really do lables and figuring everything out into neat little boxes matter so much? do i need a mental board like riz, when i don't have any clues to put on it? sometimes i just gotta let it play out. and also stop repressing every potential romantic emotion i feel. think about it, explore it, and don't be pressured into it just because other people think that.
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