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My sister, Bonnie, is adamant that I am not part of the LGBT+ community. She has difficulty understanding sexual identities and preferences that don’t match her own, and she refuses to put me into that controversial group. As her sister, she wants to love me well. She says she accepts my asexuality, but I know…
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Christmas is right around the corner. I’m in a new state, a new city, completely on my own. I don’t know anyone around here, and I won’t be celebrating Christmas with anyone. So… am I lonely this holiday season? Nope. Not at all. I am exceedingly happy. And grateful. And fulfilled. I’ve spent the last…
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Today marks one year of being free from the forced abhorrence of the wifely duty that was physical sex with my (now ex-) husband. I am one year sex free! They should make a chip for that, sorta like they do in AA but for abuse victims who’ve escaped captivity. I am asexual. I didn’t…
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The first word out of my ex-husband’s mouth was usually, “No.” It didn’t matter what I was asking. It didn’t matter if the answer was actually no. Or yes. Or maybe. Or sort of. Jasen would formulate the ‘No’ in his mouth before I finished asking the question, ready to speak it as soon as…