I am always a bit slow to wake up in Pride month. Probably because i'm not that interested in parades or parties up close so I don't tend to count down the days to the next one. Even though I know how important it is to be visible.

You see I am not exactly straight. I don't talk about it often not because i'm really hiding but more because being Asexual and Demiromantic means I don't get involved in a lot of dating discussions. And when I do I find it hilarious.

Because it doesn't come up very often I haven't had to really deal with any abuse. Just comments. It's not as bad as others but in my head I can sometimes still hear a voice telling me I am broken.

I got accused of being a Lesbian when I was a teenager by a girl who assumed because I wasn't into guys I must be into girls. I thought about it for a while and realised it was neither. She didn't believe that answer.

At twenty I first heard the word Asexual and felt a connection. I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend at the time, my first ever boyfriend because I was sure he would not be able to like me anymore. I will never know if I was wrong or not.

When I was twenty three and finally confident enough to tell people I was asexual I was told that I would never be able to have a relationship because you can't have a relationship without sex. Honestly bollocks to that.

Now i'm twenty five i've had really polite discussions from people who are curious. They ask a mixture of silly and thought out questions. Above all they show care and respect. Just as I show care and respect for them.

So I'm writing this because it took me too damn long to realise other people were like me. That I wasn't alone. That people can want to learn about me. 

Pride helps with that. It helps us shout aloud that We are here, We are queer and We are absolutely awesome!