As a very sexual and not overly romantic cis-passing nonbinary individual: OMFG flirting literally makes me rage a lot of the time. It makes me feel really threatened and possibly even dirty. It's so weird and vague and unclear and arbitrary. [Spot the autistic!]
I do it myself sometimes, but my style of flirting is wildly different than the average flirting style. Some people think I'm flirting when I am categorically not doing so (?!), and I've never ever tried going out of my way to consciously flirt with a stranger.
I like making cis men prove they're worth my time by acting like an ice queen/bitch/tsundere.
It's a great way of weeding out the chaff, trust me!
What's even funnier is that most people aren't sure whether they enjoy the game or are terrified of it.
Best example: years ago, at some generic club for a now-ex-friend's birthday.
A guy comes up to me, tells me I smell nice. We start kissing before any other words or actions can be exchanged.
I bite his lip very forcefully then go back to the others for a dance, pointing and laughing at the now very dejected and glum-looking man walking downstairs.
Is is it normal that I don't like flirting?
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As a very sexual and not overly romantic cis-passing nonbinary individual: OMFG flirting literally makes me rage a lot of the time. It makes me feel really threatened and possibly even dirty. It's so weird and vague and unclear and arbitrary. [Spot the autistic!]
I do it myself sometimes, but my style of flirting is wildly different than the average flirting style. Some people think I'm flirting when I am categorically not doing so (?!), and I've never ever tried going out of my way to consciously flirt with a stranger.
I like making cis men prove they're worth my time by acting like an ice queen/bitch/tsundere.
It's a great way of weeding out the chaff, trust me!
What's even funnier is that most people aren't sure whether they enjoy the game or are terrified of it.
Best example: years ago, at some generic club for a now-ex-friend's birthday.
A guy comes up to me, tells me I smell nice. We start kissing before any other words or actions can be exchanged.
I bite his lip very forcefully then go back to the others for a dance, pointing and laughing at the now very dejected and glum-looking man walking downstairs.