#63 - They Won't Have Me (part 1)

Today’s words: Acquiesce, Whetstone, Fellatio, Soliloquy

Word count: 768

Completion time: N/A – research and things got in the way, but I started research at 8pm (4 hours ago)

Summary: Two completely different people meet each other unexpectedly

Part 2 will be written with a different selection of words on 17/11.

For more in-depth information on asexuality, go to http://www.asexuality.org/home/. No one asexual person is exactly the same as another.

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This couple’s relationship would likely end with disaster or unfulfillment, feuding families or poison aside. That’s not to say that it was wrong or bad for them to get together, it just wasn’t ideal, especially at the beginning.

The first person in the couple was Alexis – a confident twenty-one year old who apparently had had more sexual partners than Russell Brand. Every night out would result in at least one sexual encounter, and if she went home empty-handed, she’d collapse onto her bed, close her eyes, and pretend that her Rampant Rabbit was that guy in the club who had definitely been making ‘come to bed’ eyes at her. Exhausted and temporarily satisfied, she’d sleep and probably have erotic dreams to prolong the fantasy.

At the beginning of puberty, Alexis developed a higher sex drive that normal; she found it inconvenient and incredibly frustrating, but it was what it was.

The second person in the couple was David – an energetic twenty-three year old who had only had sex once (when he thought it would be rude not to acquiesce) and never wanted to again. In school, it went around that guys thought about sex every few seconds, so David found it strange that he never thought of it (in that way) at all. Nearly any time he found a promising relationship, the bond would be tested when he said that he didn’t want to have sex; instead of understanding, a lot of them would take it personally – “You don’t find me attractive?” He did find them attractive, just not sexually, which is completely separate from aesthetic or romantic attraction. As a teenager, he would constantly try to make himself think ‘normally’, like a whetstone sharpening a dull knife, but it wouldn’t work – he just wasn’t sexually interested in anyone, he was asexual.

David would often perform a ritualistic soliloquy in front of his mirror before he went to work that went a little something like:

“There is nothing wrong with me, it’s everyone else that makes me feel wrong. I am not broken, unnatural, or incomplete, I am me and this is who I am. Ignore people that try to make me feel bad about it – it’s something that I can’t help. I am just as valid as my friends and anyone else who wants to have sex. Sex is not the be all and end all of any relationship and it never should be.”

So how did these two people meet? At a house party hosted by a mutual friend. There was alcohol, public displays of affection, loud voices, louder music, and in the host’s room, Alexis was joined in the room by David.

Alexis propped herself up on the bed with both hands beside her. “Hey,” she began, trying to figure out who he was, “you’re not the guy I said to meet me here. I’m pretty sure he was blonde...”

David’s heart jumped uncertainly and he looked to where the voice came from. Sat on the bed in a red strappy top and black fitted skirt was a girl he didn’t recognise but who he immediately thought was beautiful. “And...this room isn’t empty,” he said, bashful but confused.

“What made you come up here?”

“I need to go, and the coats are all up here,” he explained, walking towards the pile of coats next to Alexis.”Sorry, it should be somewhere underneath all these...”

“Don’t leave,” she said, putting a hand on David’s as he went to reach for the coats.

He stopped moving his hands and said, avoiding eye contact, “What are you doing?” His hand tingled uncomfortably.

Her eyes flicked up to his and she gave him a look that she voiced out loud: “What do you think?”

David didn’t move from the spot he was in as Alexis began to pull her top over her head.

“Hey!” David exclaimed, holding onto her hands. “Don’t.”

“Oh,” she put her top back down, “you want fellatio?” she questioned, putting on a ‘posh’ accent and getting on her knees. “I can do that, too.”

He backed away and knelt down so they were on the same level. “I don’t want that either. Listen, I really do have to go right now, but, fuck...do you want to exchange numbers? I’m not gonna have a chance to talk to you, so...”

She stared at him, slightly open-mouthed before laughing and putting a hand to her forehead. “I really don’t usually do this, but yeah why not...you look a little like Orlando Bloom.”

“I do?”

“Orlando Bloom in Pirates of the Caribbean,” she continued to stare. “I’m Alexis.”

“David.”