I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion

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I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion
Having queer friendships as a queer person is wild because I’ve got friends with whom I am more emotionally intimate than I have been with past romantic partners - with half as much effort on either person’s part, and with 1/10th as much time to connect.
I dated a girl at BYU for like a fucking year where the one time I tried to tell her a movie was sad (Dead fucking Poet’s Society, btw) and she didn’t text me back for half a week because she thought that was so gross. And now I have friends who bought me like $75+ of post-surgery recovery goods, threw me a surprise party (where everyone wore matching pajamas), and made me cake all because I DMed three sessions of Pathfinder for them while stoned.
I tell my friends from back home that I love them when we end voice calls and they say it back with enthusiasm. I once said that, platonically, to a straight friend after my mission and he acted like I pissed in his glovebox after asparagus night.
Queer friendship is so empowering and important! Queer friendships are good! Happy Pride, y’all! Be gayer, read more Terry Pratchett, and continue to be friends with people in a way that defiles the laws of the social institutions that oppress us ❤️
Queer joy detected!
For the first time for me, I attended pride with my aroallo flag. And I didn't expect to attend having a day free from doubt, rude assumptions or misguided "oh but-" words. In fact I had genuine curiosity that ended in new knowledge and respect for me.
But most of all, I was recognised by one person for my flag. An aroace youth, literally shaking in excitement at the sight of another aro. We exchanged hugs some many times I lost count and I almost didn't wanna let go, because of how beautiful that aro joy was for us both.And in that moment, I held open this bag of aro joy keyrings I've made to gift to other aros I cross paths with, and that's where I realised that maybe I needed that hug just as much as they did. That bag is now half empty, and my heart half full.
Aroallos belong too at pride, I can attest to this wholeheartedly. And in-person aro community means more than just relatability; It's a lifeline almost. It's hope.
I'm glad that I did take my aroallo flag in the end, even if I were the only with it, because the solo presence is nothing compared to aro joy and radiance. Aro joy really exists.
(Please no ace or aroace tagging)
Joy Sullivan, “If I Had a Hundred Lives to Live”, Instructions for Traveling West
alterous love poem, uncertain #
I looked at you and said that I would kiss you if you’d want it and you looked back at me and said that I deserve much better than your chaos-bound confusion and that you’re numb for far too long that this here dreadful world will kill you and that in abject wonder you see all my hope and all my fear
You asked me if we’d stay and fight if they took power or if I’d let you fight and die and get me out and in the half-shade of this latest spring or early summer day I saw the palaces we’d topple in your amped up eyes and you apologized again as you spent half an hour teaching me some techniques of defense I looked at you again and said that there is nothing to apologize to me about
Cause I adore you for your chaos and in your eyes in half-shade or at night inside the golden halo in the grey-blue I see all the worlds we’d build up and in your hands just holding mine I feel security and I feel light and lifted I looked at you and staring at your eyes and lips I thought of just how much I love you and you looked back at me and yet apologized for all your wild confusion for your depression, and your trauma, for all your fears and all your tears
I looked at you and I told you that I’m not sorry and that I’m glad we are what we just are and where we sat is where I would not miss I said to you that it still matters scarcely if we do or do not kiss and that in all my life there’s never been a day without confusion and that in all our liminal appearance, I feel so safe inside our stable orbit and there is no way I would rather love and noone I would rather sit next to and think of kissing and then never kiss cause some days are just tuesday but by your side they’re purest bliss
people will say “they’re only friends” and then show me two people who would crawl through broken glass to hear the other laugh once. two people who have memorized each other’s coffee orders, fears, childhood stories, and emergency contacts. two people who would haunt each other’s houses as ghosts. be serious.
Just an FYI—the original intention of this post was to challenge the way people say only friends, as though friendship is somehow lesser than other forms of love. As if being deeply known, cherished, and chosen by another person could ever be a small thing. Normalize profound platonic love. Some of the most fulfilling, transformative, and enduring relationships we will ever have are friendships. 🫶🏼
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i see my future and it's bright
- wish i could do nothing with you
willing and able- noah kahan/ option on a poll from @stargirldotcom/ frog and toad/ @death-born-aphrodite/ our last night- better than ezra/ @stargirldotcom/ everything, everywhere, all at once/ @death-born-aphrodite/ calvin and hobbes
every canonically romantic pairing in media can be an alterous QPR if you're aroace enough
One of my favorite things about loving someone or developing a closeness or fondness towards someone is also loving and developing a fondness for the things they care about. When you learn to see the world in a new way, or you learn to appreciate the things you’ve previously overlooked, or they become your excuse to get into an interest you always thought was cool but thought you didn’t have time for. When a connection makes your world bigger and warmer and fuller and more beautiful.
Izutsumi is aroace, you agree with me, happy pride.
have you ever thought about how your friend calling you by your name can make it sound pretty? or even the silliest nickname sounds 100% cooler when it’s said by those who care about you
alterous sex is so cool (especially t4t). to be able to experience touch with another person, to not have it latched to vague ideas to climax or types of sex or prejudice but still holding space for feelings and within a dynamic and honest sense of your alterous attraction. learning about my sexuality and preferences and opinions have developed so much since i’ve found my alterous feelings. and to do so in so many variations is sooooo special. aro4allo where you deep your hand into each other’s pool, being able to experience sexuality in an expansive queer way. aro4aro/arospec and aspec. to be able to experience sex in different investigative ways. to find curiosity within the feelings outside of romance. to feel safe to back out. to let sex be dry or wet or from eye contact across the room or just the way your heart flutters when you see them and you’re filled with love or care or want. to find new ways to pay attention, to learn, to hear about yourself and another. to be surprised by your attraction. but for it to feel crazy wanted in a way others won’t often engage with you comfortable and felt so alienated from for a long time. all until someone else was willing to see you for who you are. and give space for your all.
Yearning platonically is so evil I WANNA HANG OUT WITH THEM SOOOOO BADDDD
also i HATE How SO MANY PEOPLE think that alterous attraction is like a transition period between platonic and romantic attraction and not as a permanent thing .Does that make sense
he just spent like an hour and a half infodumping about comics, he’s so cute i can’t
i said he could show me some of the tv series/movies/comic runs he likes and he was so excited (“for real?” “yes” “hell yeah”)
i’m lucky :)
you're living the dream for real