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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!
- I don't particularly like cooking most of the time; I do it for economic or social reasons.
- Mostly I cook for myself, and don't want to change that.
- It's handier to cook once or twice a week in sufficient quantity that I don't need to do it the rest of the time.
- If somebody I were deeply attached to wanted me to cook for them, I'd probably do it on occasion. More often, I'd probably just offer them access to my recipe file and check on their progress periodically.
- The thought of cooking for someone I'm deeply attached to is sort of pleasing because it suggests that they find the food I make appealing; it would be something we did together to affirm our bond: both that one of us may request a favour from the other; and that we wish to spend time together.
- On the other hand, if someone I was deeply attached to never asked me to cook for them, I wouldn't feel as though something were missing. I might wonder if they hated my cooking style, but wouldn't be inclined to change it.
- For that matter, if I were never deeply attached to someone, I wouldn't feel something was lacking. Cooking for myself for the rest of my life, in whatever fashion I choose, is an appealing option.
Why does my brain hand me these things without warning? Now I'm going to feel slightly weird the next time I feed somebody...
The more I think about it, the more parallels I notice!
- I don't particularly like cooking most of the time; I do it for economic or social reasons.
- Mostly I cook for myself, and don't want to change that.
- It's handier to cook once or twice a week in sufficient quantity that I don't need to do it the rest of the time.
- If somebody I were deeply attached to wanted me to cook for them, I'd probably do it on occasion. More often, I'd probably just offer them access to my recipe file and check on their progress periodically.
- The thought of cooking for someone I'm deeply attached to is sort of pleasing because it suggests that they find the food I make appealing; it would be something we did together to affirm our bond: both that one of us may request a favour from the other; and that we wish to spend time together.
- On the other hand, if someone I was deeply attached to never asked me to cook for them, I wouldn't feel as though something were missing. I might wonder if they hated my cooking style, but wouldn't be inclined to change it.
- For that matter, if I were never deeply attached to someone, I wouldn't feel something was lacking. Cooking for myself for the rest of my life, in whatever fashion I choose, is an appealing option.
Why does my brain hand me these things without warning? Now I'm going to feel slightly weird the next time I feed somebody...