As a thing to say this Pride Month, part of accepting I was aroace was asking myself if I really wanted to get some sort of romantic partner. The answer was...not really? I like my own company. I don't feel any big urge to have "One True Love" in my life. Social contact was serviced well through close friends. Sex and Romance didn't need involvement. Maybe I'll die a single spinster, but spinning yarn was an occupation that could earn a woman enough money to live on her own. Thus the equation of spinster to older single woman. She is strong, independant, anddon'tneednoman. Wanting a man is cool, but I don't even really want one of that. There are aspects of kink culture I enjoy, but I most enjoy the things that don't really involve intercourse. I also enjoy whump writing, but that's because it's another form of intimacy that doesn't deal with sex. Hell, I realized I don't like most Top 40 songs because most of them are about being in love or someone asking to get back with someone after cheating on them. The former I find boring because I can't relate (and I can listen to a song about being a tree and relate), and the latter has me hoping the singer purposefully cast themselves as the bad guy in their own song. Anyway, my big move when I embraced my sexuality is to stop looking for a romantic partner on apps. They didn't work well for me anyway. "Swipe Right if you like them!" it says. How do I know I like them? I can tell if they're conventionally attractive, sure, but a picture and a short curated bio don't tell me enough to even consider them. Deleting those apps and thinking "I don't need or want a romantic partner" made me feel free. Thank goodness my parents aren't pushing me to marry or have kids, and my brother's successfully continued the genetic family line so I don't have to. Happy Pride Month from a relaxed Asexual, a proud Aromantic, and, bonus points, and pondering egg cracking its shell.
