Don’t Touch Me

I don’t like to be touched.

I can’t say why or when this started but it has been something that I have lived with for twenty or more years since I was 12/13.

When I say I don’t like to be touched, I am being slightly ingenious in how I am describing it. I can be touched by people but only after I have known them for a long time.

In a way, it is related to my sexuality. I have a weird sexuality in that I am demisexual. It is not a big deal, really, although nobody has a clue what I am talking about on the rare occasions that I mention it.

Basically it means that I am asexual but with shagging and kissing. Well, not quite but…what the hell, I will try to explain better…

It means that I have, usually, no sexual attraction to anyone, male, female, animal or mineral. But, and this is a biggish ‘but’, when I have known someone for a long time, I can and do develop feelings of a romantic nature that may/can lead to kissing and The Sex.

You got that? Good.

I have a mantra, or rather something I say whenever someone touches me.

“Don’t touch me.”

It is a Pavlovian response, I guess. And it offends nearly everyone. A lot of people take it personally as if I am implying that there is something wrong with them. So not the case, really really.

I have no idea why people get offended when I tell them that being touched by them is like having ants crawl all over my body. Ha, kidding! But there is a little truth in there.

And for all my jokes, it means that however lonely I am, I am more so because of the lack of human contact.

That is the long and the tall of it.

I am just a broken toy.

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About greebohobbes

All-round irritant, expert swordsman (loves lopping off the heads of ghouls), professional charlatan and outrageous wearer of black cocktail dresses...
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