It’s been almost two years since I started identifying as an aromantic asexual. I’m enjoying spending time with myself in a whole new way and loving the new sides of myself that are revealed as I get older. In my relationships with others, I’m more forthright than I’ve ever been. I stand up for myself and let myself feel and communicate my wants and needs. Through the label of aromantic asexual, I’m having a conversation with myself that I hope will never end.
But, it wasn’t always easy. Continue reading