being in lots of fandom spaces while very asexual but also not sex repulsed is a wild ride
because especially on tumblr i'll see a bunch of people hornyposting on main and im just over on the sidelines going "woo get it"
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being in lots of fandom spaces while very asexual but also not sex repulsed is a wild ride
because especially on tumblr i'll see a bunch of people hornyposting on main and im just over on the sidelines going "woo get it"
Someone: oh you're asexual? That must be nice, never having to worry about heartbreak or anything
Me, who is still very much bi romantic, not to mention touch starved and lonely: yOu'D tHiNk So WoUlDn'T yOu
Middle school couples: *existed*
My eighth grade asexual brain:
HAPPY DEMISEXUAL, GREY ACE, and ASEXUAL PRIDE DAYS
(8,9,10)
How can I be a Romantic™ while also being aromantic, you ask? Well, do I want people to write me sweet love letters telling me how much they like me as a person? Yes. Do I like the idea of people giving each other flowers because of the symbolism? Yes. Do I love Jane Austen because of the utter ROMANCE of it all? Yes. But do I want someone to kiss me? HELL nah
Why is it that every time I get comfortable with me being aromantic, God fcking nerfs me with a dream that's like what if I was in a relationship????? That'd be nice.... Like a nice guy who respects my asexuality and he's got kids which is something I didn't think I wanted, but he loves me for who I am . . . And then I wake up questioning again. wtf.
Fellas, is it gay to kiss your best friend on the forehead. Is it? I'm scared.
My very asexual ass: *Suddenly comes to the realisation that when a guy I knew three years ago said my hair looked different, asked what I'd done with it and then said it looked really nice was probably him flirting*
Me:
Me: . . . well shit