struck by a random metaphor

It just occurred to me that cooking may be a nearly-perfect metaphor for asexuality, in my case.

The more I think about it, the more parallels I notice!

( Should I warn for strictly metaphorical discussion of sex/wanking? )

Why does my brain hand me these things without warning? Now I'm going to feel slightly weird the next time I feed somebody...

struck by a random metaphor

It just occurred to me that cooking may be a nearly-perfect metaphor for asexuality, in my case.

The more I think about it, the more parallels I notice!

( Should I warn for strictly metaphorical discussion of sex/wanking? )

Why does my brain hand me these things without warning? Now I'm going to feel slightly weird the next time I feed somebody...