I attract creepy people, especially of the male variety, who have no respect for my boundaries. Some are the more blatant types and others are the "nice guy" types who can't take a hint to buzz off.
I don't seem to attract as many girls as I want. I'm not sure if it's because maybe they think I'm straight? Oddly, I can always tell if another woman is gay/bi, but I also don't emote much and have closed off body language and I'm not at all flirtatious unless I'm joking around with someone I'm good friends with. Women are more likely to be respectful of that stuff then men are.
I also think being bi/ sex repulsed ace is a deterrent. Women are also more likely to respect that I'm not having sex with anyone, but that also means they're less likely to pursue me than men because they do want sex and don't think they can "change my mind." And a lot of lesbians don't want to date bi girls from personal experience. I think it's less bad than it used to be but I still hear that super transphobic and misogynistic cis lesbian mindset of "I don't want to date someone who's taken dick." And the fear that they'll be left for a guy.
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