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Surviving on a spectrum society still doesn’t know how to read I don’t know when the first asexual person appeared on the face of the Earth, and I’m not about to get archaeological about it. What I do know is when the first asexual person appeared inside me: the day I discovered that what I felt — or rather, what I didn’t feel — had a name. And that day, something fell into place. Like finally finding the exact word you’d had on the tip of your tongue for years.   Because let’s be honest: society has a very clear goal for any interaction with romantic potential, and that goal is called “the bedroom.” You’re sold the idea that sex is the ultimate validation, the deepest connection two people can achieve, the final exam of attraction. You like someone? Great, now sleep with them to find out. And honestly, that logic never made sense to me. Not because I never tried — I have, I’ve had sex — but because, once the experiment was over, the revelation never came. I never felt the cosmic...

Between identity, experience, and necessity: asexuality facing the mirror of the queer umbrella. Is asexuality just another form of dissent within the LGBT spectrum, or a territory of its own that needs no shelter? This text explores an intimate experience shaped by confusion, trial and error, to propose an uncomfortable answer: perhaps belonging is not a matter of definition, but of personal usefulness.   I   An eternal debate with no answer… or perhaps we already know it, but don’t want to admit it.   In any case, I will try to share my personal view on the matter; a view that, I must admit, had been delayed for a long time, lying in wait in my mind, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself.   First of all, I want to make it clear that, regardless of my personal position, I have nothing for or against anyone in this regard. I believe everyone is free to label themselves as they wish, as long as the decision comes from serious reflection and, above all, if thos...