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Here's to aro joy yesterday, today, and tomorrow! ❗️❗️❗️ 🔥🔥🔥
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Here's to aro joy yesterday, today, and tomorrow! ❗️❗️❗️ 🔥🔥🔥
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Aro Joy
a poem by tumblr users
As an aroace person, I am really really thankful for your account. I don't feel more aro or more ace, I feel both equally and I don't think they are connected, if that makes sense. And since I experience being aro and being ace I want to read (and talk) about both, but find more about asexual experiences than aromantic experiences.
So thank you. Thank you for your account. Thank you thank you thank you!!
(unrelated, but green is an aromantic colour, change my mind)
that's what we're here for 😁
(and you're so right)
everybody! quick! tell me what aro joy means to you <2
been working on spreading the aromantic agenda lately, telling my housemates about relationship anarchy and amatonormativity, and like, they get it!!!!!!! it's been so awesome!!!
it is so refreshing to talk to people who understand that the prioritization of romance in our culture is fucked up and who want to work on prioritizing other relationships in their lives more!
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An ace friend of mine has been questioning if they're aro for a bit, and they recently sent me this:
I think I’m aro. But not because I’ve stared at myself and decided that that’s a perfect label that fits and describes me. I think I’m aro because even if I haven’t learned anything about myself, I’m slowly starting to realize that the label can mean a lot of things in a lot of ways, and it’s less a matter of fitting under an umbrella than it is enjoying the lack of rain. And I think I like using the term aromantic to describe myself. So, that’s it. I am aroace. Because I want to be. Not because I understand myself—because that’s an infinity away—but because whatever mess I am, it’s a mess that’s a little bit better with the term applied.
Aromanticism has allowed me to take back my autonomy.
My aromanticism is probably, in part, due to my trauma. I was never really able to say no when people wanted something from me, or if they wanted to do something with me. I hated it but I felt obligated to be polite, to be good. Over and over as a child I taught myself to always please others over myself.
I discovered aromanticism a long time ago. Deep down, I knew it resonated with me. Every crush I ever had was faked. But I felt terribly guilty, because I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. So I pushed that part of me away for years.
I dated a few people. I felt sick all the while, but I dated people. I couldn’t say no. I wouldn’t let myself. I hated it terribly.
But now? I finally decided to say fuck it and do something for myself for once. I’ve never felt happier. Genuinely, I’ve never felt so free and like myself again. I remembered that I have the ability to say no and now that I’ve remembered how to, I’m never going to stop. I can say no to romance and no to being touched and no to people pleasing and I don’t feel guilty anymore because that’s bullshit.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this other than that I love being aromantic. I love rejecting romance. I love being unapologetically queer. I love aromanticism. I love aromanticism! Aromanticism has probably saved my life.
Always remember that you can be unapologetically yourself regardless of what people around you say. It’s not up to them. It’s up to you, and it always will be. Take back your autonomy without apology.
Aro joy is moving in with your best friend.
Alloaro joy is knowing the two of you will have sex in every corner of your new shared flat.