When I was in high school, I didn’t date. At the time, I concluded that I was ugly or inadequate in some way, or maybe just weird. Why didn’t anyone want to date me??? College too, it seemed like I was always… separate. Eventually I threw myself into finding a relationship. I lost my virginity and fell in love. I even enjoyed the sex. Then I saw the term demi-sexual somewhere, and so many things started making sense to me, or at least more sense.
Today if I choose a label, it’s usually ace, or sometimes just queer. Honestly, “not straight” describes how I feel better than anything else. It’s easier to figure out what I’m not than what I am. Because even though I relate to some of the things under the ace umbrella, I still don’t really feel like I belong. Maybe that’s just residual otherness?
I also enjoy romance in fiction… sometimes at least. Other times, it hurts my soul to read/watch. I find mushiness and sentimentality distasteful–is that the ace in me or just personal preference? It makes me feel like a kid worried about cooties. Can’t read romance novels because the characters always seem like paper dolls. They lack depth, and there’s never a compelling conflict outside of the “will they?” Especially since you know they will, just not when or precisely how. I think what I’m looking for when I consume romance is intimacy and tenderness, not the romance itself (necessarily) but the big feelings and high stakes that platonic relationships, as portrayed by the media, typically lack.
I agree that the label doesn’t really matter. Except as a means to understand yourself better and to connect with others, which you and I (and a bunch of other strangers on the internet) are doing right now! So welcome to the club? Kind of?