ever since I was a child I knew I was destined to lay face up on an operating table semi conscious and numb while someone pretty puts their hands in my guts (perverted)
I stole this off of Fawn. Doing this while being aromantic was an experience.
I prefer to give more than I receive though. But then again, recieving affection confuses me more than it endears me. Sometimes it even disgusts me. I hate my mind.