#abromantic

pt: abro-gaybian. end pt.

𐙚 DEFiNiTiON ꒱・❥・ to be abro, gay/turian and lesbian in some sense . . .

pt: to be abro, gay/turian and lesbian in some sense. end pt.

0.1 : English is not my native language, I apologize if there are any mistakes.

0.2 : If this has been coined previously, please consider this as an alt.

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This is solidarity!

Hello!

abroattractional (solid gradient) / abroattractional (blurred gradient)

[alt text: two rectangular flags with 5 equal horizontal stripes; the colors are, top to bottom: mid-light green-cyan, light green-cyan, a vertical pastel rainbow gradient, mid-light pink, pink end alt text]

definition: having a fluid orientation / being abro for all types of attraction

Remade my post of the flags that represent me because I learned about the new asexual flag and I feel that it’s a lot more inclusive !

Round 2, Match 25 — Abroromantic vs. Lumerangic

For those who don't know...

Honestly I came across Abrosexuality when I was 13 to 14 and something just clicked.

But at the time I had a 'bad' experience while trying to figure out my sexuality so I deemed it safe to just be bisexual.

But trying to force myself into a box that wasn't quite right obviously didn't work. I experimented a little. Tried no labels, tried, multiple, I cried a lot.

Everything was so confusing and it was starting to hurt me physically and mentally (even though I didn't show it)

I tried so hard to be bi, but every time I saw the Abro flag I would feel this warmth in my heart, a bit of longing and so much love like deep inside I knew who I was supposed to be.

But what really helped me break free was a poem I wrote.

I wrote a short poem about not wanting to confine myself to any certain sexuality because, to me, love itself was fluid. Something that changed with time.

I thought this was normal. That this was what all queer people felt. So I showed it to my friend while on call.

They went silent for a long time then when they came back they asked me if I knew what Abrosexuality was.

That's when everything clicked.

Suddenly I wasn't the only one who saw it. Suddenly me being this way wasn't wrong, and I didn't have to pretend I was something I wasn't.

Now I'd be a liar if I said I came to terms with this immediately because I didn't. I still tried to deny and wiggle myself out of such an unknown sexuality. One that made me feel even more like an outcast than I already did.

But when I did accept it. When I said 'fuck it this is who I am' I was so fucking happy

As I write this I am ecstatic because I now know there are groups of people just like me (shout out to the abro Tumblr community you helped big time)

And I am so happy to no longer be in a box...to simply be me. To love everyone and no one wherever and however because that who I am.

I'm going to start crying if I keep going but i am here, I am queer, I am valid and so are you

abrobi for anon!