Except the usual suspect, permanent scarring from childhood abuse, not a lot else is being said about the genesis of asexuality in humans. Maybe as the A-pride movement gathers momentum and gains visibility efforts to know more about the phenomenon will follow.
I discover that Paul Simon's "I am a Rock" is considered a song with asexual song lyrics. It's interesting because this song became my favorite around the time my marriage was ending. It does not resonate with me quite as much anymore. It is a beautiful song in that it talks about the individual state and not a relationship. A healing touch for one whose sense of self has been weakened.
Maybe the neurobiological triggers that drive trust, love and lust go awry from the shock and emotional stress of a break-up. I remember feeling cold, lifeless and hard like a rock. One day while watching the then toddling J try to dance to Cher's "Believe" on an impulse, I got up and joined her.
She looked at me in wide-eyed astonishment and would not let me stop. The rockiness started to melt. That song, and dancing with J did something wonderful for my triggers. I started to feel warmly alive after a long time.