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This blog is a dumping grounds for Aromantic, Asexual, Agender and Pride related stuff that I like, want to keep or interact with. Also maybe a few ADHD stuff.
I will be honest, this is an untagged mess. I don’t always remember to tag so as a heads up the stuff below will include mentions of the following as they come up in discussion:
Sex
Romance
Aphobia
Please don’t follow if any of the above are sensitive topics for you. And take care.
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I swear to god, the number of cool conceptual songs that always go back to this...
The crazy thing is, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, if you asked me on any given day "Would like to see a picture of some genitals?" my answer would be "😰 No, that's... No, thank you. I'm okay, actually." I have nothing but the utmost respect for people who do engage with the penis side of the internet, but personally, I've spent the better part of two decades doing all I can NOT to have pictures of dick and balls or sexy bikini babe buttcheeks blasted onto my retinas constantly. And yet... to be denied the penis? To have a jumped up pile of javascript tell me, a grown adult with an air fryer and an outstanding council tax bill, that I cannot be trusted to withstand the sight of a bare nipple unless I let it scan my drivers' license? I will move heaven and earth to see that fucking nipple, friend. I will walk a thousand miles barefoot on hot coals before I give you big brother bitches my passport number. A thousand miles through the desert with five VPNs just to press my face up against the glass and see the last uncensored picture of two My Little Pony Characters sixty-nining each other, and I don't even want! to look at it! But I will! I must! for the sake of our fucking democracy!
i do think the negative interpretations of "im probably nonbinary but i have a job right now" are kind of reaching. it's obviously a waste of time to theorize the op's intended meaning, so instead i think it's better to recognize how the phrase can be a useful framing device to criticize how much of a fucking hassle it is to get gendered correctly. "but i have a job" e.g. will face discrimination that could threaten livelihood; e.g. don't have the mental bandwidth to explain gender to others; e.g. don't have the time and energy for the soul-searching necessary to confirm. all three of these are labor issues. yes you could interpret it as "but being nonbinary isn't important enough to worry about", despite that being a blatantly bad-faith read. it's more useful to interpret it as "but being publicly nonbinary requires a lot of social effort that, in many cultural contexts, will create more problems that you can't afford to deal with". like cmon it's a really good jumping off point for productive conversations about queer labor rights
aromanticism is so funny. listening to the romantic struggles of my coworkers and family members nodding my head intrigued writing on my imaginary clipboard. hmmm yes i see. my diagnosis is that “being in love” appears to suck a lot of the time. my condolences to you and your family
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Love, in theory
I know what love is, in theory. I can see it in the the eyes of newly weds and hear it in laughter amongst friends as they meander down the road. I can hear it how a singer's voice croons into his microphone, about a woman I'll never meet.
I know that love is, in theory, something that you share with people you care about. Something fleeting, something eternal, something raw. I know that, in theory, it makes your heart flutter and skip beats when you see the person you want to spend eternity with.
I know what love is supposed to feel like. I know how to look like I'm loving in the same way they do. The correct way.
But I don't love, not the correct way. Not the way people need or want. Secret "I love you"s hidden in how I ask if you want the last bite of my food. "You mean so much to me" tucked away behind every hello. I can't seem to get it right, the words clump in my throat when i try to say them like the couples do on TV, like the friends who laugh a little louder together say in moments of vulnerability. "I love you" turns into something else, something smaller. Wrong.
Love, in theory, isn't something you practice saying in a mirror. Love, in theory, isn't something you study and attempt to mimic. But I do. I wonder sometimes if mimicry is enough. It never is.
I love you, in theory. I love you the only way I know how.
"How are you?" (I love you)
"Did you have a good day?" (Please, I love you so much)
"Did you want to play that game together?" (I can't imagine a world where i never met you) I love you, I love you, I love you (in theory)
being aromantic and having your closest friend and living partner get into a romantic relationship is like constantly trying to find a balance between being happy for them and being bitter about it and feeling guilty for feeling bitter about it and feeling like there's a neon sign above your head blinking the words "deprioritized" and wanting to push everything away in the hopes that it will hurt less but knowing that will only make it worse and not knowing what you are allowed to be upset about and what is you just being jealous and keeping everything to yourself but feeling like you might explode
Hooray! Yay! Dykes!
I'm not seeing any naked adults in that screenshot...
...There's something deeply messed up about how breasts, which are used by our species to feed babies, are considered to be so perverse and obscene that a child should never see them.
There aren't any naked people in the entire video clip. There's some people that you'd probably see less of their skin on a beach, but only because on a beach they'd probably be wearing a bikini top as well as whatever else they have on. And this is New York City, where toplessness is legal regardless of gender or assigned sex.
Toplessness for breasts is legal in most places in the US, unlegislated in almost all that remain, and only illegal in two states: Ohio and Tennessee.
This is because topless equality has been a basic push from feminists for literally decades, until Radfems and NeoCons bonded over wanting a trans genocide less than a decade ago.
It's literally why the "no tits on tumblr" and other lesser SESTA/FOSTA consequences* like it were so jarring. It set back FORTY. YEARS. OF PROGRESS in the rights of people with breasts or perceived as women to wear the same clothes as people without.
Do not let conservatives lie to you about this. The majority of people in the us and the VAST majority of States recognize the right of people to not wear a damn shirt. It isn't obscenity, it isn't even nudity, it's just something pericis men are allowed that everyone else isn't.
Y'know.
Basic sexual discrimination.
*Y'all aren't still on that "it was the Apple app store that caused the tit ban" shit, right? It was the literal US federal government. To be fucking clear.
I'm usually not one to make vent art, but I'm starting to get tired of this
sex isnt real. romance isnt real. apple juice is real and a refreshing treat.
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Just because I've been curious: Where are you on the aro/ace spectrum and do you think of Ryland Grace as aroace?
I'm aroace and think he's aroace
I'm aroace and don't think he's aroace
I'm aro and think he's aroace
I'm aro and don't think he's aroace
I'm ace and think he's aroace
I'm ace and don't think he's aroace
I'm allo (non-aroace) and think he's aroace
I'm allo and don't think he's aroace
I'm interested to see if he awakened a whole bunch of aroaces from the depths and we all got really loud all of a sudden or if the whole of the Internet just looked at that man and said "nah he doesn't do that"
(remember to reblog for a larger sample size!)
I feel like the fanbase doesn’t talk about how funny it is that when Grace tries to remember if he’s ever had a wife he wonders “am I divorced? Gay?”
Like just. Man wakes up and doesn’t remember his own sexuality. It’s tragic on some level but I genuinely thought that was hilarious. Imagine Grace taking a moment to look up pictures of male celebrities to try and sus out whether he is, in fact, gay.
Ngl “isn’t actively aware of their own sexuality” is even MORE aroace evidence
the aroace read of ryland grace is so personal and haunting. "you don't even have a dog." was it not enough to love the world for the sake of living in it. was it not enough to live for the thrill of discovery. was it not enough to smile at your students. was it not enough to be afraid.
The concept that married people live longer is interesting. I'm sure there is some merit to the idea that if you're married there is someone there to nag you about going to the doctor, but I think much larger factors are having the finances of dual incomes and access to an immediate support person.
Surgeries require having a designated person to look after you. Many injuries require driving to somewhere like an emergency room which can be hard to do if you are the one injured. If you're home with the flu, it's hard to tell when it's bad enough to go to the hospital without another person checking on you. And if you pass out it requires another person to find you like that to get medical aid.
You can prop it up as the benefits of marriage, but I think there's a much deeper discussion to be had about how we've built society around marriage as an inevitable conclusion and neglected to build support systems that function outside of romantic pairings.
thinking about this further, people often cite this as a sort of See It's Better To Be Married and mostly accept it as a fact that being married is better for you overall and proceed to breakdown why marriage leads to longer lives. Instead I think we need to be looking at why the system is failing single people and what we could do to close that gap. What structural societal changes can we make to help single people rather than treat it as a Well Obviously foregone conclusion that everyone will eventually pair up.
It's not Why Are Married People Healthier? It's Why Aren't Single People as Healthy? And then actually examine the causes rather than hand waving it away with whichever stereotype of being single or half remembered memory of the last time you were single in your early 20s.
You're absolutely right that dual incomes probably help, though a lot of marriages may not have that and there's the stress of unpaid work, but most commonly, the explanation I see for 'married people live longer' is far and wide 'someone is looking for them.'
If at home is out of reach of a phone and has a heart attack, a fall, a stroke, a freak accident: they are not getting help until someone finds them.
If someone lives home alone, it may be a full day or more before help comes. Most emergency conditions are fatal by that point.
But if you're married, your spouse will probably notice if you get up in the middle of the night and never come back to bed. They are more likely to hear a sudden fall, or to at least find you within a few hours when they come home from work. They may notice strange behavior that may indicate a stroke, and if they notice in under 24 hours it may be reversed.
Someone living alone having a stroke may not be able to leave their bed. They will not be found until someone comes looking for them. Their work will assume they're ditching, and only call in for a wellness check if they think that's out of character Classmates will assume they're sick or something came up. Maybe they call their family once a week and the lack of communication will be noticed.
But someone who lives with you will notice you can't get out of bed and will call you an ambulance.
It's not that married people live longer: people who live with other people live longer.
I mean this isn't just a straight forward one contributing factor by any means. Living with people who know your habits can help, but we've also just built a lot of walls of isolation into society as a whole that make health and life more difficult for individuals who don't participate in a romantic relationships.
Getting paid leave to take care of a sick roommate isn't often allowed, but if it's your spouse or significant other, your employer is more willing to accommodate that. Bereavement leave is for close relatives not friends or roommates. You can connect your spouse to insurance. Your sibling, parent, and bestie don't qualify.
There are a lot of very specific ways in which marriage specifically is accommodated that benefit all those involved in ways other relationships aren't recognized. Living with anyone changes things from living alone, but there's more going on than just that.
It is also not just the actual statistics on life expectancy rates, but also the way we as a society only discuss them in relation to marriage when we want to make a point about the institution as a whole and often that is as a gesture towards it as confirmation that that is the correct thing to do.
As an aromantic individual it actually drives me insane when people measure the quality of queer rep based on whether or not that queer character has a relationship. Like we are actually whole people outside of our dating lives. Don't get me wrong I want to see the lesbians make out as much as the next one but I also don't measure that as the be all end all of gay characters.
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i really hate 'power of love' stories not because i'm a jaded cynic or whatever but because i always find something deeply offputting and misanthropic in how they are almost always set up in a way that implies that the protagonist is the only person in the world capable of love
for your story to hinge on "our protagonist's love is powerful enough to conquer all the evils of the world" you kind of have to implicitly make the backdrop "everyone else's love is garbage, just trash, philosophical zombies the lot of them"
I’m not in love with him but we were driving and he let me interrupt every other sentence he said to point out something I saw along the road.
I’m not in love with him but he met my family and they do.
I’m not in love with him but I can just sit next to him with my book and let him deal with the people around us.
I’m not in love with him but he makes me feel seen.
I’m not in love with him but I trust him.
