#yeeeeeahhh

I know, right?

It took me an absolutely ABSURD amount of time to figure out the ace thing. I thought it was some kind of internalized traumatic self-loathing for the longest time, that I could be dumbstruck by somebody’s presence and yet not wanna get athletically naked with them. I figured it had to be that something was wrong with me, or, conversely, that I was some kind of strange magnet for nymphomaniac friends.

In any event, I felt pretty damn isolated, because absolutely nobody else I’d ever interacted with understood what I meant when I expressed how I wanted to set Chris Pine up in the corner of a sunlit room and Appreciate The Aesthetic Of Him. Maybe occasionally mist him like a fern, as one does. (That’s a normal thing to want, right???)

I was twenty-nine before when I saw somebody’s tumblr post griping about some aspect of asexual life and I lost my shit because I’d never seen someone else talk about the internal experiences that I had, there was suddenly this concept of Not-Broken, there was this entire damn community, even.

So I’m really glad I can help somebody else feel less alone or broken or weird in the big weird world we live in! It makes my heart warm, seriously, and if you ever need a verbose shouty reminder that Asexual Is A Thing And So Can You, I’m down for it.