its like [puts down mug] its like aromanticism is the lens for everything else i experience, theres no sexual attraction without the presence of my aromanticism, even if the absence of romance shifts that to the left just a little bit, it warps and bends the way i interact with concepts of aestheticism and platoncism too, shifts the way i walk through this world, the greens and golds and blues and browns are a part of me as much as my very bones are, ya know, its an absence that wreaks havoc upon every other aspect of myself in the best, and sometimes worst, ways possible— but hey just call me aro, we dont gotta worry about all the intricacies of the way that the weight of it all is heavier some days more than others













