Not spurred on by anything specific, just something I think always bears repeating every now and again, even to ourselves. You know?
- Some aces have and enjoy sex.
- Some aces are apathetic about sex, but don’t hate it. They may still have it themselves.
- Some aces hate having sex. (This does not mean they automatically hate other people having it, i.e. are slutshamers. If an asexual slutshames, it is because they are a slutshamer, not because they are asexual.)
- Some aces are kinky.
- Some aces are aromantic.
- Some aces are aromantic and still have some type of relationship!
- Some aces experience some form of sexual attraction.
- (This does not mean they can’t be ace!)
- Being ace doesn’t necessarily mean not ‘getting’ sex, sexual attraction, romance or romantic attraction.
- Even if there’s one part or more of those we don’t personally experience.
- Aromantic people still love. Love does not always mean in love.
- Even if sometimes it seems like one particular ‘type’ of ace maybe speaks up more often than the rest, the rest of us are still here. The ace community is big and not all that much of a single community, really. Don’t forget us.
- You’re not ‘doing asexuality wrong’. You cannot be a ‘bad asexual’, the same as there’s ‘no wrong way to be a woman’ and ‘no wrong way to be gay’. ‘Model minorities’ don’t exist. You don’t have to validate your sexuality by being a certain way, or anything like that. Don’t let people tell you you’re ‘giving us a bad name’. Be a good person. Express yourself however you want. Leave it at that as much as you’re able.
- Asexuality is not a lack of something fundamental and vital. It’s just a lack of something, full stop. But if you don’t want to define yourself by what you lack, that’s fine too.
- Asexuality is not a ‘disease’.
- This is because there is nothing wrong with asexuality.
- There is nothing wrong with asexuality.
- There is nothing wrong with asexuality.
Just figured everyone could use a reminder every now and again.
o_o I got a non-spam anon.
Dear person I’m jealous of,
I’m sorry. I don’t exactly know you very well. My extremely, extraordinarily low opinion of you is probably completely unmerited on your part. I was about to say that who knows, maybe you are jealous of me too, but then again that’s not likely. I hope you don’t know I’m jealous. I hope that I hide it from you and our shared acquaintances well enough. I hope that, despite my most shameful moments, nothing goes badly for you. It’s just that the rodent-headed part of me, the part that is all prey and soft, vulnerable stomach, feels threatened by your mere existence. I am incapable of being like you. Nothing about you that I am jealous of, that I apparently admire, are things that I can achieve. I feel like I am stuck, trapped, doing nothing and paused in indefinite failure. I have a strong dislike toward being reminded of that. I’m trying to work on it. I am. But the fact that I feel like you’re laughing at me and judging me doesn’t really help. So I’m sorry, because I don’t know what else to say.
I will write about the following, anonymously leave one in my ask box
- Dear person I hate,
- Dear person I like,
- Dear ex bestfriend,
- Dear bestfriend,
- Dear mom,
- Dear dad,
- Dear Santa,
- Dear future me,
- Dear person I’m jealous of
- Dear person I had a crush on.
This could be interesting…
I actually wouldn’t mind doing this.
Oh why not. This one looks pretty neat.
But the point of the recipe is designed to teach kids about how christianity is the only approvable mindset.
In a recipe.
For marshmellow bread.
I have a complicated relationship with my religion.
This must be the rolls where the marshmallow disappears from the inside of the crescent rolls to symbolize the empty tomb? I keep meaning to make those, I hear they’re delicious…
I need this recipe, I think. For reasons.
2. Weakness. Hm. I compulsively buy dvds, especially when I’ve had a bad day or when I’m feeling very, very anxious. I have a stubborn streak a mile long that especially rears its ugly head when my body tries to tell me to sit down and stop working. I’m really good at avoiding making phone calls, and am often horrible at holding any sort of conversation whatsoever.
13. Life goals! Right now this is difficult to answer because I’ve had to let a bunch of them go due to physical limitations, but. Hm. I want to find a way to create and sell things I make, art things, for a living. Preferably art fairs and shows again, because I fell in love with them the first time. I want to live with my roomie indefinitely, hopefully in a house of our own crazy designing (I want a tower, he wants a hobbit hole). I want to learn more about blacksmithing, even if it lays me up for a month to do so. And I want to make an Ace Space in Kansas City like you made in Savannah.
17. Oh. Fact about my life? Right. Uh. I’ve attended college twice, with a four year gap between: both times it was KCAI. If I went back I’d be a sophomore.