I’m Autosexual, Autoromantic, And In A Relationship With Myself
I take myself out for coffee, go on walks in nature, dress in lingerie and cuddle up to myself, or simply sit in the darkness and bask in my own presence.
I don’t just love myself. I’m in love with myself.
In other words? If you’re like me, then you’ve gotten those crush-like butterflies in your stomach just thinking about yourself. I am my own partner, and not just in the metaphorical sense that women’s magazines often encourage as a means of self-care.
As an autoromantic, I experience the relationship I have with myself as romantic. And because the relationship I have with myself is romantic, I find myself treating myself like I’d treat a lover. My alone time — as I’m my own lover — is so necessary, it’s essentially sacred to me. When I am a good lover to myself, I am, in turn, a good lover to everyone else in my life.
Autoromanticism and autosexuality have been omnipresent in my interior landscape from as early as 13 years old. I can remember having just gotten out of the shower; I was looking at myself in the mirror, and getting very attracted to the sight. I couldn’t help but wonder why my peers didn’t like my fat body as much as I did, but my erotic…
