too heavy for you.
Being asexual means…
I’m good to have on the side.
Because I’m the girl you want to fall in love with
But you can’t fuck.
So you find someone who is,
as I’ve been told, just
Isn’t me.
She will never be me.
But she likes when you pull her hair
She likes when you bite her neck
Explore her thighs
Kissing her doesn’t end in disappointment,
You can get off every time.
As
I’ve
Been
Told.
Just not as bluntly.
I’m on a scale,
She’s on the other side
Say the word “sex”
And my side hits bottom.
Say the word “love”
Hi, I’m still down here.
Please, at least pick me up
and put me on another scale
So I can do this over,
and over,
and over
again.
My asexuality doesn’t make me better than anyone.
I’m just sick of being weighed by how much I can benefit someone
Rather than by how amazing I am
Because dammit, I shine
And if I look dimmer because I prefer to not be touched that way
Then push me off your scale,
I don’t want to be weighed by your wants
What do you NEED
Don’t try to compromise with me,
I will not compromise what I do with my only given body.
Desire and necessity are so hard to pull apart these days
Welcome to the life of a side bitch!
Where commitment is never certain
You always end up feeling like shit
And someone,
*pstt…it’s me!*
gets hurt.
Can’t stamp “stable relationship” on me
Unless it’s on my ass
Can’t make out without grabbing my butt
Can’t sit at the dinner table without you imagining me naked
What do my boobs look like
“Her shorts are so short, she’s killing me,
I can’t do this.”
…
You can’t do this.
Then get the fuck off my scale.
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Basement Babes is a collection of art, writing and thoughts related to or inspired by feminism and Boston’s underground music. Borne out of a kickass female friendship, this zine aspires to create an inclusive creative space for people of all genders, races, sexualities and backgrounds who are interested in a more forward-thinking art community.
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