Still. Some days I think it would be easier if I was gay and was doing the whole chastity thing out of some kind of moral/religious conviction. That would make sense to folks, but if there's a graceful way to keep people from getting all up in my business on this one, I'm yet to find it.
And I know I talk about flatmate connections, but that's really because he's the one I'm around when I have time to write. It happens at work, too. The fact that a person can be completely happy with a life not centered around carrying for a spouse and/or family seems just unfathomable.
I do have a family, you know. They're called friends.