#aroace rage

[aroace-people-are-lgtbq]

I feel like aroace rage as a concept does not get enough air time

[desic65]

I hate it when people's first reaction to me saying I'm aroace is "oh but don't you wanna have a partner and kids in the future, won't you be sad without that" Like no bitch I'm gonna be happy living alone in the peace and quiet with my cats and dogs and 1000 books to keep me company and I'm gonna be just as happy and complete as every other person out there if not happier.

[aromerrowace]

Angry aro/ace rant incoming

Okay I see WAY too many aro/ace posts and memes centering on the idea that we’re valid and I just wanna say: I know that. I fucking know that. I know there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m very adamant about the fact that nothing is wrong with me. I get it

I understand that lots of people need to hear that and see that and stuff but it’s over half the content I see from aro/ace accounts. It’s just “remember you’re valid” I can’t forget, it’s the only thing you actually talk about aside from when people tell you you’re too young or you don’t know what you’re talking about or whatever. Argh

You know what I would like to see more than just “you’re valid” over and over again? People actually fucking talking about what it’s like to be aro/ace. Like how terrifying it is to be on a date even if the person is the nicest most harmless person ever and they’ve never done anything wrong in their life but the bad part of it is the fact that you two are on a date and people might see you and assume you’re on a date.

How crazy it is when it hits you occasionally that “oh wait, the majority of people on earth over a certain age walk around wanting to get banged and thinking about how they can accomplish that and some of them might view you as someone they could do it with” and how not only frightening it is to be viewed as a potential sex object (IM A PERSON NOT A DOLL DO NOT INSERT ME INTO YOUR FANTASIES I DO NOT WANT TO BE THOUGHT OF IN THAT MANNER) but also how crazy it is to think that to them, you’re the weird one for not feeling that way when to you, they’re all very very strange for being like that because to you, it’s a foreign concept (or even if you understand or feel it on some level, it’s not exactly in the same way).

How it feels to read scientific texts and see people say the basic survival instincts include, fighting, feeding, fleeing, and fucking and some part of your brain registers that, according to this piece of text that was seen as accurate enough to get published, you’re missing an important survival drive that most people have. This leads you to either wondering if the scientists are getting something wrong or if there’s something wrong with you on some level because you’re perfectly healthy and happy without a (strong) sex drive but according to a lot of professionals worldwide, you shouldn’t be. Either sex drive has been categorized as more important on the hierarchy of needs than it should be or there’s something wrong with your hypothalamus.

How terrifying the thought of your friends leaving you for romantic partners is? How afraid you are of losing everyone to their s/o? How you know that to some people, you’re just not important enough to live with or to be seen more than once a month because the person or people they’re with is viewed as inherently more important and their bond is more meaningful? It’s so easy to think that people who leave their friends for their partners are lame and not worth it but the reality is that a LOT of people prioritize their partners over their friends and some of those people mean too much to you to let go of simply because you can only be second at best.

Can we actually talk about what being aro/ace is like more often instead of only reminding people that they’re valid? Maybe I’m just being hit with those posts and nothing else but I would really like to see some people actually discussing this stuff in depth.

(If anyone knows of any accounts that frequently talk about it please send them my way, I need aro/ace discussions so badly)

[desic65]

Istg if i get accused of having a crush on another close friend with no proof and lose friends because of it again i might go ballistic.

[aroace-people-are-lgtbq]

Aroace here myself, I have seen the concept of "aroace rage" on my feed a couple of times but I can't find a proper simple explanation what it means, so if you could explain it to me I'd be glad. /pos /gen

So for me it was inspired by seeing a lot of posts on TikTok about Feminine rage. And I was like, "oh hold up. I need this concept of being angry about the expectations foisted on someone and the shitty things that happen as a result for aroace people"

Aroace rage is the expression of anger that has been built up from the frustrations of living in a heteronormative and amanormitive world

Idk if that makes sense, but that's just how I view it

-Mod Am

[v1bestillax]

Can we talk a bit about… “cool” people? Like, ew.

You know exactly who I mean. Those self-declared “main characters” who strut around like the universe revolves around their perfect hair and impossibly tight clothes that look like they were spray-painted on. Like, congrats, you’re a human sausage in designer casing. So cool, so unique. Please. I’m vomiting internally.

As an aroace, I know what men want. It’s always the same predictable checklist — curvy bodies, soft faces, big eyes, breathy voices, and some fake “bad boy” attitude they’ve been regurgitating since forever. It’s so painfully obvious I could write a dissertation on it. But what about boys? Well, that’s trickier, because as an aroace I watch from the sidelines like an anthropologist documenting this wild species.

If I see someone labeled “emo,” I immediately think, “I wanna start a band with those MFs.” There’s something honest there, something real and unfiltered beneath all that black eyeliner and thrifted flannel. But ugh… even then? It’s a headache. Like, yes, band, but also no thanks to all the drama and melodrama.

AND DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THAT OBSCENE MOVIE.

I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER THE NAME — CULPA MIA OR SOMETHING?

FUCK YOU MEAN THAT GUY FUCKED HIS STEPSISTER?

EW. GROSS. DISGUSTING. HOW IS THAT EVEN A PLOT?

OBSCENE APPROVED? THAT’S NOT RAVIOLI APPROVED, THAT’S LIKE MICROWAVED GAS STATION SUSHI APPROVED.

LIKE, THAT’S A NO FROM ME. I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS DEGENERACY IN MY PRESENCE.

AND IN MY OPINION? HANNIBAL AND LOCKWOOD & CO ARE WAY BETTER SHOWS THAN THAT TRASH.

AT LEAST THEY HAVE STYLE, STORY, AND DON’T MAKE ME WANT TO THROW UP IN MY OWN MOUTH.

IF YOU’RE GOING TO WASTE TIME, WASTE IT WITH SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME QUESTION HUMANITY.

Now let’s talk about their TYPES.

Oh God, the types.

“I like bad boys with trauma.” No, stop. Trauma is not a fashion accessory or a personality trait to brag about. It’s not romantic, it’s not deep, it’s just sad and exhausting.

“I want a girl who’s mysterious, wears red lipstick, and ruins me emotionally.”

Yeah, no thanks. If emotional destruction is your goal, congratulations, you’re officially insufferable. That’s not love, that’s a walking disaster. You sound like an AI-generated Wattpad cliché. Not deep, just dehydrated and desperate for attention.

And then the way girls dress? Tight clothes everywhere. Skintight jeans, crop tops that scream look at me, and dresses so tight it’s a miracle they can even breathe.

DUDE, LET YOUR BODY BREATHE FOR ONCE.

Wear something BAGGY. Embrace the potato energy. Ditch the constriction, live your best slob life.

Me? I only show one flaw: MY HAIR. THAT’S IT.

Everything else is buried under layers of fabric, sarcasm, and existential dread. You want skin? You get a fabric fortress.

Honestly, the “cool” aesthetic is the bane of my existence.

You want to be “effortlessly” cool? Newsflash: you look like a walking, talking Instagram ad for a failed lifestyle.

I’m not interested. I’m disgusted. I’m DONE.

You’re not special. You’re just loud and tired.

So yeah, that’s me — the grumpy aroace in the corner, refusing to play the game, hating everyone equally, and absolutely unbothered by your “types,” your “cool,” and your “bad boy” nonsense.

I’m the ultimate anti-romantic. The emo band starter who only wants to scream into a mic and vanish into the void.