Mary Maxfield Brave

I’ve changed dramatically because of this place that never insisted I change. This place where it didn’t matter how—or even if—I was sexual gave me sexuality as something I could live. Sex became something I could know about, talk about, do, enjoy and choose. My body became livable. Imagine that.

The disorder that terrorizes me persuades me to keep it active as a security system even though it is anything but.

Asexuality saved my sex life. No, seriously – I mean that. I will declare it from the middle of a courtroom, with one hand on Our Bodies, Ourselves. Asexuality, as much as sex-positive feminism and far more than any amount of “hon, you just need to get laid already,” helped me to access a confident, positive, and excited relationship with my sexual self.