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iliad (he/they) the adorations of an aroace-spec agender reformed slam poet

[cupids-bow-and-aro]

I was trimming my front yards bush flowers, and I was taking special care to notice when I had to cut a beautiful flower when it was connected to a bunch of dead ones. Beauty wouldn’t save it, but at least it could be preserved

[calmmyfears]

i don't think i could try harder or do more my best but there's always this little critic who whispers "yes you can do more, you can definitely try harder. you just don't want to, you are not doing your best enough"

[enki2]

[theconcealedweapon]

[cupids-bow-and-aro]

cw: kinda ED stuff?

it’s really fucking hard to make my calorie requirements here. I really hate leaving my room, and the whole accommodating to make sure I have something to eat thing doesn’t work for my sensory issues, and it keeps getting worse the more time that goes on without me having actual meals and stuff. I don’t really know what to do anymore

[cupids-bow-and-aro]

It’s not that I am completely dependent on my partner when my partner is gone for a few months and I struggle to get out of bed a bit more than I use to. It’s just that before them, my heart had gotten so accustomed to longing and giving more than taking, and that was slow. With them, my heart was relieved of the strain and could heal. Now, even though my heart has healed, it needs to rebuild the strength to get me out of bed. My body feels heavier because I’m not bleeding out anymore.

[suchawretchedthing]

people have to stop thinking of being touch-starved as like. an allosexual thing. my ace ass is perfectly capable of experiencing the skin hunger thank you very much

[cupids-bow-and-aro]

I get it: the whole depression, trauma, and anxiety combo are bound to make happiness feel more complicated, and maybe that will get better over time, but counting the number of eggs in the basket will only let me down, right?

I have maybe a few hatched eggs, but they’re really young and fragile, and these hands have not been forged gently: what if I don’t nurture them enough, what if I’m too overbearing, what if my calloused, clumsy hands kill them?

So when should I count the eggs? When do I count my chicks?

What if I get hungry? What if I get impulsive and the instant gratification of roasted hen seems oh so appealing?

Will I ever feel safe enough to count, or will I always feel the looming presence of a fox that I am not strong enough to defend against?

[cupids-bow-and-aro]

blasting that one angry playlist in my ears to get one foot in front of the other. I do not want to be held only by my puppet strings of spite, but for now, I just have to go on.

[cupids-bow-and-aro]

Yesterday, I left my laptop in my partner’s room before an outing that took significantly longer than initially anticipated. When I saw that it was 12 am, my partner offered me a spot in their bed for the night, and I decided that I would rather be forced to sleep in by request of my partner than be without my laptop in the morning, so I slept over, as I have been in the routine of doing oh so often as of late.

Of course, this was an excuse; I’d rather sleep on a cramped twin mattress with them than alone with my meticulously arranged comforter, weighted blanket, and silk pillow case.

About 6 hours ago, my partner, who decided they’d rather sleep on the floor than wake me up, had returned to the bed at last, and I slept peacefully with their arms occasionally wrapped around me until we both started to overheat. When I went to wake up, as expected, they pulled me back to bed and my desire for productive released its grip on me.

Now, I’ve been up for about 2 hours, peacefully working my way through labs as they get some actual sleep, and I feel at rest. I think their quality of sleep is a lot more impacted by a lack of space than mine, so unfortunately they are oh so far away as I lay in the love seat about 2 meters away.

I contemplated returning to my room — maybe I should start packing, get some laundry sorted away, wash my dirty dishes — but we made plans to get brunch in the morning, so I guess I’ll laze about for a bit more.

[wolfythewitch]

The target audience for my art is myself

[wolfythewitch]

My second target audience is the gays, the religiously traumatized and the old man likers

[wolfythewitch]

When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city

[akimarshmallow]

what abled ppl think is a massive problem for disabled folks: 13 year old on the internet faking something

what is actually a massive problem for disabled folks: "well you don't LOOK disabled, are you sure you're not faking? I'm not giving you accommodations until you PROVE you're not faking. Please give me, a stranger, your medical info and explain your condition to me in detail so I know you're not faking and only then will I respect or take you seriously"

[sergeantsporks]

"Aro/Ace person gets given a love potion" story but instead of them being immune or whatever, it DOES work, and they realize IMMEDIATELY that they've been fed a love potion because this feeling is so wrong and foreign but everyone keeps laughing off the idea of it being a love potion because "they were probably just a late bloomer" or "no, you just finally found the right person!" and it's just a horror story about how no one believes them even though they know, they KNOW this isn't right and they can't stand it.

[aro-culture-is]

aro culture is knowing u don't actually want a romantic relationship but being so starved for affection that u contemplate getting into one

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[cupids-bow-and-aro]

After finding out about qpr’s, like I can finally relate to allo people and their yearning for romantic relationships.

I. Want. Companionship. Please. I want my deep platonic affections reciprocated; I’m going to start scratching at the walls.

[lesbeansoups]

I think we need to appreciate this part of Brennan Lee Mulligan's WIRED interview a lot more:

"The evangelical right in this country needs to manufacture outrage to hold onto its voting block. [The satanic panic about DnD] was arbitrary, as the targets of their outrage always are. Fight the power."

[self-isolating-mochi]

I respect this man so hard for taking every chance he gets to let out his hate for capitalism and those that abuse their power. It's wonderful to see

[smallest-clown]

Being a Podcast Person™️ is so humiliating because it’s like “sorry for just laughing out loud in public randomly everyone, the 4 adults playing make believe just had a great bit about poultry.”