a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

Sex is like kickball. I don’t spend a great deal of time thinking about kickball. If I broke my legs and could never play kickball again, I’d emotionally recover. It’s kind of a weird thing, anyhow, and so I don’t, y’know, seek out the sensory experience of kickball. But every once in a while, someone’s I care about a lot will be really athletic and they’re like, “Hey, do you wanna play kickball?” I’m like, “Oh, fuck, dude, kickball. I forgot all about kickball. Hell yeah!” and then it’s either really fun or sweaty and awkward depending on who you play with, but either way, it’s whatever.

So, I guess I’m technically grey-ace, but it isn’t a label I’m attached to or an aspect of my identity I devote a ton of energy to.