Indecent Desires

I’m not demisexual. Despite being diagnosed against my will many times by my peers, I will not accept the label because frankly it is cringe. Don’t get me wrong, if it works for you then as Gaga says: “Baby you were born this way”. Personally I don’t need a classification to denote that I don’t like to fuck unless i’m really into someone, labels are tools. The woke mob would never cancel someone for not buying a hammer because they prefer to bang nails into their walls with a rolling pin instead. Regardless of my allergy to hookup culture I am a huge pervert. Everybody knows it. My fondness for obscenity is such a pillar of my personality that even strangers online know and make regular uncomfortable references to it. Often prospective partners will use this well known secret to their advantage. Try to win me over with their knowledge of seedy 70s pornos or their lush collections of vintage fetish magazines. Catering to my rotten interests, a couple years ago a first date took me to see a theater screening of a black and white sexploition film.