Let me put something into perspective for you
I'll try to say it a few different ways
First, I'll define it for you
I'll spell it out for you.
Asexuality is real.
It's not mitosis or meiosis
This is not single cell reproduction
It is a legitimate sexuality
In which the person who identifies as it
Does not enjoy, is incapable of, or is not interested in
Sexual matters or activities.
They are not attracted to people in that primal way.
Basically, intercourse is not the center of the universe
Or even the most distant galaxy.
It's one of those dead planets that have
Floated away into the aether,
Never to be seen again.
They aren't a visiting comet
Or a shooting star that zooms by every so often,
It's just not there.
It's not on our bucket lists.
It's not on our Christmas lists.
It's not our dream gift.
It's not our dream date.
But today's media portrays it as everyone's perfect, ideal activity.
And those ignorant bystanders in the upper echelons
Don't give a crap about the 1% minority
The minority of people like me.
What will it take to prove that
Cross pollination isn't the only way to live?
Many plants self pollinate and that's not even in my interests.
I don't care if it's polyps or seeds or pollen or cells
I don't want to hear it
I don't want to see it
I don't want to read it
I don't want to take a poll about it
I don't want to take a quiz about it
I don't want to be a part of a reproductive study
I don't want to experience its unpleasantness
I don't want it.
I don't ask for it.
I don't dream of it.
I don't think about it.
I don't write about it.
I don't watch it.
I don't read it.
I don't listen to it.
I just don't.
Why can't all the incapable, inconsiderate, imbeciles
Swallow their pride and their sense of being elite
And acknowledge our gray and purple flag?
We are fighting and waving our striped banner
But we are pushed aside.
Shoved into the dusty ground of the endless battlefield
Our own brethren turn against us
Claiming us to be fakes and phonies
This is not Salem
We are not witches
We are not a plague
Yet we face injustice
Each day we suffer through heinous trials and judgments.
How dare you people not come to realize not everyone
Falls, falls for the teasings of the mainstream
Just like all you "normal" and "sane" people
Strap me into a white jacket and a plush room
If you so wish
At least I won't have to see your uncaring ugly faces
The padded walls and silver buckles won't giggle over
Cheesy sexual innuendos or a "he-said, she-said" joke.
I won't have to hear rappers spitting stories of how many girls they banged
How many drunken girls they lured to their dungeons
All of them most likely fictional
I won't have to read about all the things vampires do when they're alone.
No sparkly skin on skin
None of this elementary fanfiction from the tweens who haven't even experienced puberty
No more series ruined
No more books I have to slam to the ground.
If the outside world is already so cruel and unreasonable,
An asylum would be heaven.
(This is a poem explaining in simple, yet aggravated terms the sexuality known as asexuality from one who identifies as such. I specifically identify with the "sex-repulsed" sect of asexuality, hence my ranting against today's sex fueled media. *Ace is a term or nickname used by those who identify as asexual.)