Notes of an Asexual Muslim

If you spend a lot of time in the Asexual Community – or at least, if you spend enough time with enough asexual people in places which have a kind of metaphorical makeshift big scribbly “ASEXUALS HERE” sign pegged outside in the dirt* – you come to see that, among many different accounts with endless variation, there emerge two major groups where attitudes towards sex and the expectations that tend to result. There are those who were really clued in to wider expectation, and felt distinctly weird at best and broken at worst about it – there was something that was glorified, celebrated, and normalized to the point of disinterest, not in patches but in one unbroken expanse spanning their entire experience, being very nearly unthinkable, and they didn’t have any interest. And then there are those who didn’t internalize, but projected. They didn’t want to have sex**, so they assumed others didn’t, and that was (MORE OR LESS) how I’ve always felt.