In Wild Nights, Hot and Crazy Days, one of the early characters, Colin, was aromantic pansexual. At least I think I got that right: this happened in 1985 and such terms did not exist then. He enjoyed sex and really didn’t care who it was with (regardless of gender), but he was incapable of romantic feelings. This was the first guy that I ever had an ongoing thing with: we started out as friends and it blossomed into sexual activity, but he would not allow me to kiss him, and explained to me that he didn’t feel love or affection, it was all just physical.
This was not what I wanted, however. I’ve really never thought about it this way until literally reading this thread, but I guess I am sort of demisexual. I have never, would never, and could never have sex with a stranger or acquaintance. I need there to be feelings there. Once those feelings have been established everything is on the table, but without feelings it isn’t going to happen. That was where Colin and I fell apart: even though he tried to prevent it, I developed feelings for him. Deep feelings. This ended up hurting me in the end, and our friendship/relationship ended up exploding spectacularly.
Here is an image from Wild Nights, Hot and Crazy Days that represents the exact moment that our friendship started going from just friends to… well, it depends on who you asked. He’d say “friends with benefits”. I’d have called it something more, but in the end I was wrong.
I’m the blond in the baseball cap. He’s the brown haired kid. We had just finished wrestling over a cigarette (it was the 80’s, everybody smoked) and when we finished he draped his leg over mine.
I almost had a heart attack.
I should also point out this is a really early drawing and it doesn’t reflect my current style (or skill level). I was just getting reacquainted with drawing after having given it up for decades.
