Warning. This is a story of horrors. Some may find it too hard to bare, and it's so gruesome for some that they may even feel the need to yell crazy things and spout bible verses. You have been forewarned.

This is a story about...... Me. No I'm not a monster or a sinful disgusting thing. I'm a human being. Just like you (unless you're an alien or another sentient creature with the ability to read English, if so, cool) and just like everyone else. I just so happen to be on the ace spectrum (asexual, that is).

My name is sky. I know some of you may believe that people like me don't exist, and well, here I am. An asexual. No I don't do mitosis. I'm not a plant (most of which reproduce sexually btw, fungi would be the word you're looking for). I'm just a person.

I'm an aromantic asexual actually.

Hold your gasps. I know, it's shocking.

Look, who I am is normal, I understand that. I don't find people sexually or romantically attractive. So what?