Figuring Out Your Head Game: Asexual Or Just Blocked?

Hit The Ground Running, Kid

First—This Is Not a Test

Kid, listen up—this ain’t a test. You ain’t gotta play by some woke-liberal quiz show format where every answer lands in a neat little box. You’re dealing with your head, your trauma, your life in free-fall. So here’s the hard truth: figuring out your sexuality don’t start with labels. Start with what’s blocking your throat.

Ace Or Blocked? Call It Straight

Stop Playing Mental Tic-Tac-Toe

Asexuality don’t cancel out bisexuality. Hell no. People don’t fit in boxes like software updates. You’re trying to cram yourself into “ace” or “bi” like they’re lockers at school, but you’re not a textbook. If you’re trying to date a dude just to see if it’s “nice,” you ain’t asexual—you’re stuck. If you’re grossed out by the idea of sex but still let that girl flirt like she’s got something on you? That’s a different war.

The Hard Truth About Your Feelings

You got mental landmines: depression, anxiety, OCD, and a house that don’t accept who you are. You think that’s just “baggage”? That’s your terrain. This ain’t some fun weekend hike. If your headspace is a war zone, no wonder the idea of dating and sex taste like burnt coffee. This ain’t asexuality—it’s your system overloading. You’re not broken. You’re under attack.

Tough Love For The “I Don’t Care” Shtick

You say you don’t want anyone touching you? Cool. But when you’re the one initiating it, that’s not apathy—it’s control. You’re trying to grab the reins with one hand while the other is wrapped around your mental chains. No wonder you’re all over the place. And the “maybe I’m repressed bi” line? Drop that. You’re not hiding your sexuality in a closet. You’re hiding under a goddamn bridge.

Stop Buying Into The “Ace” Grocery List

Asexual people ain’t a brand with a checklist. Dressing modestly don’t mean you’re ace. Not joking about sex? That’s your vibe. The only reason those “dirty jokes” gross you out is because your trauma’s got a front-row seat. You think you’re failing at being sexual? You ain’t failing—you’re surviving. And yeah, being trans in a hostile world? That don’t just add stress. That adds a different kind of stress altogether.

Crushes Don’t Define Shit, Brother

You had one “crush”? Cool. Then it ended and you turned into a grumpy storm cloud. That’s not attraction—it’s possession. You wanted what you couldn’t have, just like a drug dealer who sees a cop. That “aesthetic attraction” you mention? That’s the trap. Start liking people for how they look and you’ll end up lusting after mirrors.

Sex Positivity—For Others

You’re sex-positive for other people? Cool. But leave your own business alone. If people talking about their love life makes you want to run, your trauma ain’t in the stories—it’s in your skin. You can’t be neutral about sex while your mental health is on fire.

Don’t Let Your Mind Play God

Intrusive thoughts? That’s OCD doing its job—no more, no less. You don’t need permission or a label to say, “This shit ain’t me.” Thoughts are like rats in a maze. Some squeak, some run you down. CBT’s the way to cut through the noise, not some self-help BS. Figure out what’s real versus noise before you start labeling yourself.

Time To Rebuild, Not Just Label

Your time’s better spent patching your mental armor than arguing with the mirror. You think you want answers now? That’s the problem. You need stability first. Friends who see you. Treatment that works. If labeling yourself “ace” helps buy you time, cool. But don’t let the label become a crutch. This ain’t forever—until you’re stable, it’s not really anything.

Final Words From The Trenches

Kid, labels are like maps. They help you get from here to there, but they don’t run your body or your soul. You got a lot of junk on your plate—mental, social, biological. The rest can wait. Your job? Survive, then grow. This ain’t a race to figure out who you are. It’s survival tactics in a war you didn’t choose.