The funny thing is, I considered the recognition of my autism as coming out of the closet, but my sapiosexu-ality, informed by my heterosexuality, felt like winning some sort of private award. "Yes!" I thought, upon the realization. "I'm sapiosexual." What a delightful new private universe I get to experience within myself; a million more pathways to unite my fragmented autistic self in my glorious unifier of unifiers, the orgasm. I still remember in my early college days, excusing myself from an evening at the pub (being around too many people for too long sucks the life out of me), by telling a friend by way of explanation, "I'm going to curl up in bed with Sylvia Plath."
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