#ace struggles

[cherrytea556]

Heteronormativity and Amatonormativity go hand in hand. You give the opposite sex one compliment then somehow people think you have a crush on them. Talk about complimentless ig.

[luciavis]

Popular Media & Society: “Falling in love and getting crushes is the best thing ever. Like it feels like butterflies in your stomach and you can imagine a future with this other person and like you two can build the best life together.”

Meanwhile….

Allosexual/Alloromantic people: “I desire a partner..

Dating apps to allosexual/alloromantic people: 🖕

Allosexual/Alloromantic people:

Aroace people who want to date: “I desire to seek a partner.”

Dating apps: 🖕

Aroace people:

[ridleysr]

“I’m bored, let’s go swimming!”

Mrs.P: “Yo bro you gotta have kids yo, let’s make you bleed all over the place”

🫩✌️

I’m literally asexual I don’t wanna have biological kids

[chaosremlin1]

"how can you be aro ace if you were in a relationship before you figured out?"

I loved them. Heart and soul. i loved them like the waves love the shore, the way the stars love the moon. I wrote poetry of my beloved to explain how their company felt like starlight and their smile was so sweet and warm that i'd suffer every pain imaginable to see it. I meant every word of those poems, felt every ounce of love like a truck hitting me at full speed.

But when their lips ment mine no sparks started to fly, my heart never skipped a beat like a butterfly and i never longed for deeper touch. Instead i felt like a fraud. It felt no different from kissing a wall that could move. To me those acts never felt intimate, never felt personal. but i saw the way they reacted, and i felt the smiles when our lips met. and so i continued.

I tried to be the perfect lover. I tried so hard to love them the way they loved me. I tried to long for their touched and crave their lips like they craved mine.

i wanted them. Damn it all, i wanted them. But i didn't want them in the right way. I didn't want their lips to crush my own and i didn't want to lay stripped bare of everything that society deems 'decent' with our bodies intertwined. i wanted to lean on their shoulder and i wanted to laugh until i cry sitting across from them in bed. i wanted pillow fights and late night conversations about their thoughts on life. i wanted them, but not they way they wanted me.

Maybe it was doomed from the start, and maybe i should have known when their lips first met mine, but i was young and scared. scared of losing someone i loved, even if i loved them the wrong way. Even if the kisses felt like fraud, the love was genuine. Just not romantic.

It took a long time to admit to myself that i didn't love them in those ways, the ways i was told deep love like that was supposed to be felt. To let myself be alright with not loving someone the ways i was told i should. I still love so fully, so devastatingly, though now my love is held for someone who feels love the same way i do.

[firewolf111]

Being a sex repulsed acespike is like:

*suddenly feels sexual attraction*

"Eww nooooo! Give me back my asexuality!"

Being an sex repulsed aegosexual/pseudosexual is like:

*has a sexual fantasy*

"Ewww. No, no, no. Go away. Please and thank you."

Being aegosexual/pseudosexual in general is like:

Hmmmm. I don't think I'm really ace. I'm probably just faking.

(But seriously. Give me more labels. The more I find, the less weird I feel. I love collecting them, though now my identity has gotten kinda complicated, lol)

[the-real-hiccup]

God made me Bisexual, decided I was too powerful, then made me asexual and demi-romantic to tone it down.

[tooaceforthisspace]

[dollysrottingcorpse]

Sometimes, I’ll be thinking and considering entering the dating scene, because I’m not getting any younger and would like that form of connection in my personal life. But the fact that I’m asexual gets brought up and suddenly I get nervous thinking about it.

It’s not like I wish that I was anything different. I’m not ashamed of who I am. But I don’t want to feel like I should be ashamed of my identity or that I owe anyone anything, because me not wanting to have sex with anyone could be a person’s only reason for not wanting to be with me. I’m not saying that’s bad, but I would prefer not to waste my own or anyone else’s time.

So yes, I’ll stick to the people I have now, thank you. Maybe one day, but not today.