Somehow a conversation abt lgbt+ and labels came up between me, my mom, and my grandma.
My grandma was mostly watching and trying to somehow understand what we were talking about.
My mom was in the "okay, but seriously, that's too many labels" corner (plus a healthy dose of "yeah, but that's the hill you chose for yourself right now, you're looking at it from a pretty strict angle" towards me).
I was very firmly trying to explain why all the thousands and millions of micro-labels are important and valid (they're all my lgbt+ siblings, I'm gonna defend them).
Good news: I brought up my whole "it doesn't matter if you know it or if it makes sense or anything, as long as it doesn't harm you, just let people call themselves whatever they want" speech and after an argument got it through!
Then we got through an argument of mine to demisexuality.
Very strict thoughts here: "yeah, some people just take some time", "that's just normal", "everyone is like that" - basically, the typical stereotypes and not-understanding.
BUT.
I kept argumenting.
Pulled up explanations and examples and metaphors.
Because demisexuality is Not Like That.
Sure, i generalized it, but we were deep enough already: when you're demi, you're absolutely, 100%, completely ace, not interested, no sexual attraction to anyone, until suddenly flick-a-switch, you're not.
And her response?
When you put it like that... I think I get it.
And it wasn't a "okay, you're not gonna stop so i'll just agree" thing, it was genuine... well not quite understanding yet, but it was close enough.
And, I'm not gonna lie, I'm pretty proud of that.
Bonus: My grandma got it too, more or less, and at the very least the whole "you just have to respect it, not get it" thing, which is essentially the most important lesson anyway if you ask me.
