http://www.guardian.co.uk/comment/story/0,3604,1327846,00.htmlIt's always a shock when you actually meet "one of them". One of those strange misfits who, unlike everyone else in modern society, is not completely obsessed with sex. They ask you back for coffee, but when you get into the flat they offer you filter or decaff. So you wink and say: "So what about these etchings you were going to show me? Eh? Eh?" and they slip out and return five minutes later with their portfolio.
It's disgusting, it really is, and far more widespread than you'd imagine. You know those little cards in the newsagent's window? They're not advertising what you think at all! No, you ring the number that promises French lessons, and they explain yes, they can do GCSE and A-level French or just beginner's conversation. Or you go round to the dingy flat that promised "large chest for sale", and they show you a big piece of furniture you can buy.
Forums such as the Asexual Visibility and Education Network (Aven) are urging their members to be more vocal, as asexual chatrooms spring up on the internet (although dirty old men can get special software to block these sites out). In a society that is so completely dominated by sexual imagery and suggestion, most of us would find this idea completely repellent. I mean, what they don't do in the privacy of their own homes is their own business, but why do they have to flaunt it so?
Some of these more obscure websites are pretty graphic. There are ladies with their eyes blacked out, pictured sitting in comfy chairs wearing cardigans. You can see pixelated video clips of middle-aged gentlemen sipping a cup of tea. And then there's the personal accounts that people post up there. "One thing led to another and, well, we ended up doing a jigsaw puzzle together. It was amazing. She was obviously really experienced. 'I like to separate all the edges,' she moaned, 'and then do all the clouds'. "