Like my reblog of black asexual activists was their first post on their blog. And they reblogged a Juneteenth post just because it said the words Black Asexuals in it. They also reblogged a post from Blackaceculture as well.
from "A lesbian married to a man? writing on the expansiveness of lesbian life" by Jenn M. Jackson, PhD
(image description / transcript under the cut)
image description: four photos of Dr. Jenn M. Jackson, a genderqueer Black lesbian, and their husband over the years of their relationship, interspersed with excerpts from the essay.
the text reads:
I got married to my best friend on May 27th, 2006. We met on move-in day at the University of Southern California back in August 2002. We were both student residents on the Somerville Place floor at school, also known as the “Black Floor.” When we met, I was wearing a gray Ecko Unlimited jogging suit with gray Jordan’s. He was wearing khaki shorts (which I would learn was a part of his regular uniform as a Black boy from Orange County, CA) and And1 tennis shoes. I truly thought he was a square. But, over the course of a few days, I felt drawn to him. We sat together on the bus that weekend, heading out for bonding events. We found each other in every crowd. And, we kept getting asked, “did y’all know each other in high school or something?”
Over time, I identified as bisexual (from about age 16 to 28), then pansexual (from about 28 to 35), and then understanding myself as a lesbian after 35 years old. Daren came to identify as asexual around 2016 after we had been married for about 10 years. We both struggled through our new identities, finding alignment in the naming and community. And, as the romantic and sexual part of our relationship transitioned, we actually became closer. We have learned to build so many expansive forms of intimacy that do not involve sex and sexual pleasure. We shower together, take long baths (usually where we plan new episodes of our podcast), take regular walks, and spend time each day talking to each other as if we are long lost friends. He is my best friend. I love him.
Because I have never believed in the concept of a “soul mate” and have never internalized narratives around someone else “completing me", I am able to have a deeply loving and committed relationship with my best friend, coparent, and spouse even while maintaining loving and intimate relationships with women and gender expansive people. While I am no longer attracted to cisgender men and do not date or sleep with them, I have never felt compelled to leave or divorce my spouse. We have raised three incredible free Black children together, started a business, and written books. We play videogames and travel together as we have always done. When we are sick, we care for one another. When we are down, we hold one another.
I have never understood marriage to be about sex and attraction. I have always understood marriage as a formal contract with the state. “To have and to hold…” and all of that. I watched women in my family marry men they thought were sexy only to have those men abuse them and break their spirits. I have watched marriages of obligation grow boring, dull, and loveless. I have witnessed many people use someone else’s definition of love and marriage to build their own.
We rebuke that.
I am a lesbian married to an incredible, loving, beautiful Black man. A man who has nursed me through emergency open heart surgery and helped me learn to walk again both literally and metaphorically. I am married to man who has never needed me to be seen and not heard. Who has never challenged my intellect or diminished my accomplishments. I am married to a Black man who loves himself, his children, his life, and his future selves. I married well.
And, one day, when I meet the women or gender expansive people of my dreams, that man I married nearly twenty years ago will be standing there beside me, genuinely happy for me because he knows that no matter who or how I love, it will never change how I feel about him.
photo 1: a series of black and white photo strips of Jenn and Daren in college. they kiss, grin, and make silly faces
photo 2: Jenn and Daren in college, their faces pressed together, smiling widely
photo 3: a young Jenn with their arm around Daren
photo 4: Jenn in their late 30s, posed on their couch with their dog in their lap. Daren stands behind the couch, his arm around them. Jenn's book, Black Women Taught Us, is posed to the side.
The way the non black asexuals are reacting to Niger criminalizing lgbtq identities like asexuality is so insensitive and atrocious.
Why are yall going
“Oh no, my garlic bread.”
“We literally don’t do anything!”
“I’m illegal in Niger lol”
Making garlic bread and cake jokes, including Catholic Priests, etc.
Yall-actual people are about to be harmed by this. Can yall be serious for one minute? Also, you’re literally nonblack. If you were to go Niger you’d probably be treated better than the locals just because of the fact you’re not black.
It’s been 3 months of the ace community being downright evil to Ashabi over a flag. Someone who is Audhd, Nigerian American(for anyone who was wondering)
Either way, I am truly annoyed how across social media platforms people are like “the ace community is inclusive! It isn’t racist! It doesn’t have a racism problem! We have Yasmin Benoit!”
But no sweetie. The ace community is pretty racist and it’s been like this for a long time. It was like this when yall were denagrating my culture-Black American/Soulaan culture over the phrase match my freak. It was like this when yall chased off Jen/Black Ace Culture Is from this website because she couldn’t handle the racism thrown at her through several ace blogs(mainly/ aroacesafespaceforall and their racist followers)
Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your
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Thank you for respectfully reaching out. This is kinder than some.
A few notes:
Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your
Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your
Nothing happened to anyone involved and their non black selves got to move on with their lives peacefully while Jen is left marked with those bad experiences.
Yall do not care about Black aces. You don’t. Yall don’t hold the racist members of the community accountable. Yall willing interact with them time and time again. I’m sick of it. The ace community is infected with a disease that it refuses to get treatment for because they’d rather mistreat the Black aces in it, and for that I wish the worst. Yall don’t deserve mercy, you deserve whatever punishment the ancestors and universe see fit(and trust me the ancestors and spirits will be dealing with yall like they do other racist people).
Seeing as the new asexual flag topic has predictably risen again, I’m going to show yall all the harassment and bigotry she has gotten. Especially since I don’t think people actually believe the black aces when we say Ashabi has been harassed on multiple platforms over this flag by the non blacks in this community(asexual)
For those whose are unaware there was a new ace flag released by Ace in Grace who did many years of community feed back and interaction to create it. They did unfortunately received a lot of vicious anti black backlash from the flag from white ace people cause of a multiple bs reasons. Please show them some support and also read their substack on the reasoning for the colors of the flag
Landing page for Ashabi's, creator of Ace in Grace, social media pages [Instagram, Facebook, Substack], articles written, as well as her con