By sheer coincidence, I remarked on this very thing this morning, though indirectly, in a comment to a personal story about a sex club that we just published in Prism & Pen.

I was remembering my young-adult experiences at a club called "He's Gotta Have It."

I commented on how easy the consent culture there was to understand, but actually the entire culture was simple to understand.

I really didn't have to worry about trying to interpret complex social cues. The "rules" were so simple, even for a socially awkward autistic person like me.

Actually, I found the place really comforting for that reason. No guessing games, no self-doubt agonizing. Approaching a guy was expected, not considered out of the ordinary at all. And instead of having to interpret complex vocal interactions, all I had to do was look to see if he shook his head, meaning, "No offense, but you're not my type."

It was also comforting to know that in that circumstance I was not supposed to make polite chit chat, I was just supposed to graciously move on.

Talk about stress free!

An autistic person's dream!