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[ID: a stylised fire drawn on white textured paper with brushpen in the colours of aromantic: green, light green, white (from the paper), grey, and black.

I've no idea how the future is going to be. No idea how it will turn out in my workplace, which isn't likely to officially support or protect trans people. My parents are not very happy. I'm still uncertain how I'll find peace between being agender and existing in a binary society. And I want to sing duet with future me but I can't sing.

But I have friends who have transitioned and are doing well, I have my friends, sister, and queer groups, and...

It's not my first time. People usually ignored it. If needed, I could say I made a mistake.

As I was checking in, the receptionist took one look at the system, and said: Mr <full name> ?

I nodded.

And then, and then, she proceeded to call me Sir for the rest of the check in process.

This is one of the best euphoria moment, considering anything remotely LGBTQ is censored here and crossdressing can be criminalised. It's a big hotel in the biggest city, which is somewhat better for queer people, but for someone to hear my voice and call me Sir?

In a way, relationship with aromanticism is a relationship, of a sort. It's a relationship with my own self. Sometimes it takes on the colour of alloaro. Sometimes it's aromatic. It might settle one day, or it might not, who knows? Perhaps I'll hold it for a while and, in the meantime, appreciate its warmth.

For the last day of ASAW 2022, in conjunction with experimenting a new haircut before actually getting it lmao.

[ID: a digital painting of a person looking down at a glowing ball of coloured light/fire, which is hovering slightly above the person's outstretched hands, as if the person is holding it aloft.

The person is short haired, bespectacled, has hair painted in green, dressed in black-and-grey broad-striped shirt. Background and non-shaded areas of skin are both white. Shadows on skin are light green, cast by the ball of light/fire below the face.

The glowing ball of coloured light/fire is made up of the colours of aromantic flag and alloaro flag: green, light green, white, grey, black, lighter yellow, darker yellow.

[ID: a small voidpunk flag button (top left) and larger aromantic flag button (bottom right) lying on soil amongst dried up vegetation under bright sunny light.

Voidpunk flag: from top to bottom, horizontal stripes of deep purple, light purple/mauve, green, and dark green. In the midpoint, between mauve and green is a black circle surrounded by a thinner white stripe.

Aromantic flag: from top to bottom, horizontal stripes of green, light green, white, grey, and black.

Both buttons are handpainted with acrylic. Surface of buttons are textured with horizontal brush strokes.

/ID ends]

[ID: the voidpunk flag button, alone, lying on soil amongst dried up vegetation under bright sunny light.

/ID ends]

[ID: the aromantic flag button, alone, lying on soil amongst dried up vegetation under bright sunny light. There is a hint of terracotta-coloured plastic pot at the top right edge, where the soil is in.

/ID ends]

Finally I have my own pride buttons! Inspired by someone else (probably in discord?), I used old unwanted badges and painted acrylic on them. Took me two days, which includes priming the buttons with several layers of gesso.

I'll probably make agender flag in the future. Let's see when my acrylic mood strikes again.

Slow start. Pretty generic plotline. Small number of population get superpowers and are, uh, genetically predisposed to be sociopaths? So not sociopaths? Weird backstory. But okay. Pretty standard. A little odd. But ok.

Me relating strongly to Emily, that exasperation at Lydia for touching everything when told not to touch anything. Thank goodness for plot armour, eh?

It's not just Emily's grandma who thought these two were couples. Oh well. Good for putting that out on the table. Smells much better compared to Disney, too.

The superpowers - ok, we are picking up. Things are moving.

Raw chicken - are you kidding me. This is so gross and so awesome. So inappropriate but the confidence! Someone actually did this on a show. I always wanted to write this into a novel but never figured out. Damn. They got there before me. Solid 10/10

Jerry the crab man - I didn't quite believe what I saw the first time. But they say second time's the charm.

(sorry, no? The third?)

Sorry King, I feel you. I always mix up my directions too.

Sorry, I mean, The King.

Ehem.