Asexual

I just sat there, scowling as I watched the golfers. Dad dragged me along to watch him play golf. It's always like this. Mom just cheerfully supports him. Ugh, it's so boring! "Cheer for your dad, sweetie. Look, he's doing well!" I see. I stood up and shouted his name. "Go daddy Payton!" Well, my second name came from my dad because it sounds like his name. I saw him smile at us and even blew a flying kiss to mom. Dad, always like that, and mom, she swooned. I sat back down, bored, just watching dad. I'm used to getting bored, so it's fine by me. "Are you bored?" Mom asked me. "No, I'm enjoying it." "You're not." "Of course, I am." Then she gave me a death glare, and I just gave her an innocent look. She just shook her head. "You've always been like that. Always looking bored and seeming uninterested in everything," she said. "Well, Mom, we know that's not true," I said. She knows I'm asexual because I opened up to them in high school. And they've also accepted the fact that I'm intersex. Yes, I'm intersex, that's why I don't wear short skirts. Father Junjun might notice. I'd be lying if I said it was okay for me to be intersex. Of course, it's not that easy to accept my condition. But of course, I've fully accepted myself. My parents accept me and love me, so why shouldn't I love myself too? There are plenty of doctors who can remove my... well, the larger part in the center of me. But I told myself, "This is mine, why do I need to remove it? It's a part of me, and there's nothing wrong with that for me." Yes, others might judge me because of my situation, but I don't care, and they don't care either. Maybe I have both genders, but I love girly things. I love wearing dresses, makeup, and other girly stuff. But sometimes, I like wearing male shirts and shorts. But I prefer girly shirts. I'm also a bit nerdy when I'm not with my family, but I'm not shy. I'm a private person. Nerds are often seen as shy, and some say weird, but I don't think being a nerd is weird because some of us just don't want to interact with others. We just like reading books and smart stuff. What's wrong with being quiet? Is it wrong to focus on studying? You're just not noticed, and you're not familiar with what they, or should I say we, do - then we're weird. No, you're just clueless - oops, sorry for the word. Just kidding, don't be like that. "What are you thinking, young lady?" I didn't notice Dad was beside me. I was lost in thought. "Nothing, dad, are we going home?" I asked. "Yes, so you're bored again? You know, Peyton, I think I need to arrange a marriage for you. You're at the right age," what? What? No! No words came out of my mouth. I couldn't speak because, first of all, he's dangerous when he's angry, and second, I'm scared of his tiger mode. "Just kidding," he laughed. Phew, I could finally breathe. "Let's go, you might faint here," Mom said, laughing along with Dad. Supporting his wife, well, he's just afraid of Mommy. I laughed too. This is also our bonding. We're in the car, ready to go home. I'm at the back, Mom's beside Dad, and of course, Dad's driving. I opened my Twitter account. Scroll, scroll, scroll. Then I saw a picture of Jasmine, my blockmate. It was beautiful and perfectly captured by her boyfriend, Jason. After looking at it, I scrolled slowly until I saw two couples and a link. I clicked the link, and explicit photos and videos from that link appeared before me. It didn't affect me or give me any odd feelings. It seemed like a normal thing that humans do. I clicked on one video from the link, but before doing so, I quickly turned on silent mode and made sure the volume was off. Then it goes, the two humans are having a s*x. I skipped and skipped till the end in the video. It doesn't affect me. I tried the lesbian one. "Peyton, what is that?" I quickly turn off my device. "Nothing, Dad.." "It looks like you're hiding something," he said, his gaze piercing. "I'm just playing Flappy Bird," I replied, trying to deflect. I noticed he didn't buy my excuse. I just closed my eyes.