For Asexual Awareness Week, writer Allie Daisy King explores how she came to terms with her asexuality and the need for ace individuals to be recognised by the wider queer community.
WORDS BY ALLIE DAISY KING I spent so much of my life wondering when I was going to get my foot-popping kiss, ever since I first watched The Princess Diaries.
Everything I came across had me poised to expect fireworks. Then, when it finally happened, aged 18 in the back of an Uber in Melbourne, I was confused.
I was expecting my first kiss to awaken something inside of me. I thought there would be fireworks. I thought I would hear Sixpence None the Richer’s ‘Kiss Me’ on a loop in my head.