|photo by Sodanie Chea on Flickr|
It's because I can't.
I just don't have the motor skills for makeup or eyebrow plucking or complicated hair. My ropey balance means I can't walk in heels. My sensory shenanigans mean I can't cope with clingy fabric, lace, underwire bras, or the various other trappings of feminine dress. I go about in my bare face and my t-shirts not because I want to, but because that's the best I can manage.
The same goes for various other things that Aspies and autistic people do or don't do. Eye contact. Stimming. Making friends. Finding a partner. It's not necessarily the case that we don't want to, or we haven't grasped the concept. It may be that we genuinely can't.
*I thought lesbianism was about ladies who liked ladies, but judging by feedback I've received it's apaprently something to do with wearing jeans and boots and a leather jacket. Who knew? And has anyone told the Ninth Doctor?