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So, I swung by my parents' place for barbecue friday, and - as is a somewhat guilty habit of mine, no need to tell anyone, I mostly do it to see if there's any interesting recipes, really - I skimmed through the stack of Hjemmet magazines. And lo and behold, what did I spot in the advice column? A letter from a woman who was sort of tired of loosing boyfriends because she didn't want to have sex and was there something wrong with her? To which the resident agony aunt replied: probably not, it sounds like you're asexual, here, have the url for AVEN.*
I know, it's silly of me to be happy about some random advice column... still, I'll take what I can get, especially on a day when every single train was either late, cancelled or hopelessly crowded...
*Okay, so there was a lot more words in the letter and reply, but that's the gist of it.
I know, it's silly of me to be happy about some random advice column... still, I'll take what I can get, especially on a day when every single train was either late, cancelled or hopelessly crowded...
*Okay, so there was a lot more words in the letter and reply, but that's the gist of it.