Asensuality is a conversation about consent in all forms.
Aromanticism is a conversation about the legal construct of marriage.
Asexuality is a conversation about personal connection to one's body.
Afamiliality is a conversation about expectations from birth.
Aplatonicism is a conversation about human connection.
Anstheticism is a conversation about the beauty industry.
Analterousness is a conversation about facing people as they are.
The anattractional spectrum is a conversation to be had about the complexity of humanity and the facets of innate human experience. If you do not think of these things, you are not taking certain concepts of feeling far enough. This is part of that 'more' to life.
Does anyone else not like animals just from not being able to avoid their touch? I cannot tell them I'm touch-averse, and so I'm just uncomfortable and avoid them.
No, animals aren't excluded from my touch-aversion, it's still a living, sentient being. Haven't heard anyone else with that distinction yet.
Does anyone have a non-crunchy version of the original touch-averse flag? Seems like the one file I can find online is the smallest and most pixelated thing.
Hihi! I was wondering if I could request something with a touch averse, aroace, chubby male reader?:o something with maybe like,,,, reader and his queerplatonic partner? Who is a bit older than reader (Both are adults ofc) whom people tend to think is reader's sugar daddy bc he's always taking reader shopping for pretty clothes n stuffXD
— Note
900 words. M!Reader. Slightly Suggestive. Crack Taken Seriously. Mild angst/Comfort. Mild reference to some stores not having better sizing.
I know you didn’t ask for a genuine moment per se, but I did think about how there might be some discomfort in the assumption, hence adding one. Hope this suffices.
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He’s not exactly sure when this.. image came about, but once it happened the first time he started noticing it more often.
A couple odd looks when browsing stores together, his partner towering a bit while musing about what he’d look good in. Some zeroed-in stares from staff from the front desk when his partner insisted on getting something custom made ‘if they weren’t going to bother keeping better sizes’ in a loud drawl so they could hear their lack of options. A raised eyebrow at the black card his partner paid with (it was not an actual black card – it was a debit card he got a custom black design for as a joke).
.
People assumed his partner was his sugar daddy.
.
Now.
This, of course, to those uninitiated in calm mediation between personal and public life, was mortifying to learn.
He balked at it the first time, double-taking with a panicked look at the bored cashier at the high-end mall they frequented, who seemed clearly just biding time at 6PM and had posed the honest question to his partner like nothing doing.
‘Are you like.. his benefactor or something?
Like.. sugar daddy or..?’
Said man in question paused. Staring back at the cashier, having just taken back his card.
Before that damn, cocky, insufferable grin came over his face.
While he was older than him, he was also childish first thing.
And he knew he had to cut him off quickly before he said something utterly ridiculous.
“Oh, why ye-”
“NO, we are NOT. THANK YOU.”
He rushed to take the bags and quickly walked out, his partner trailing – all-too-smug – behind him. Grin plastered like he’d found something greatly interesting to pass the time now. Catching up with a few strides and barely hiding his smirk.
“We are not talking about this.”
“Oh come now, can’t daddy buy a few things for his b-”
“OH MY GOD STOP.”
The resultant laughter rang in his burning-red ears.
This was not something he’d live down.
.
And he really wouldn’t, apparently, because as it turned out – pretty much everyone had thought that of them before they got to know them fully.
Frantic texts ensued.
[ WTF DO YOU MEAN U THOUHT I WAS HIS SUGAR BABY
His friend replied after a minute.
>> Dawg. Like. Pretty sure everryone kinda thought that – he’s always buying you stuff
[ THAT”S HIS LOVE LANGUAGE
>> Okay well. That’s also a sugar daddy love language
[ Ohhhhhhhmygodddddddddd
>> Lmao it’s fine man, not that big of adeal
[ YES IT IS, EW
[ DID YOU THINK IWAS LIKE,,,, DOING STUFF IN EXCHANGE????!?!? OHMYOGD
>> I mwan yeah kinda?? Till the house invite and seeing he has a regular ass apartment lmao
>> and u said u were ace so i figured it was like.. idfk, payment in baking maybe. Pictures??
[ are you deadass rn u thought i ws like. Discount onlyfands for him. r u serious.
>> Ok well not discount, since he’d be paying u probably the same amount
[ II AM NOT DISCUSSING LOGISTICS RN>.
>> lol
>> but seriously though, it’s fine. For the most part ppl mind their business anyway, that cashier was wild.
[ Ok but wtf do i do to stop it
>> uhhhhhhhhhhh idk man pay for yourself next time lol, but he does just kinda give those vibes
[ WHAT VIBESS OHYMOFDG
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His partner was of no help of course. A grin at every opportunity. He didn’t tend to get grossed out or feel like shit too hard about the idea of sex, it just wasn’t his cup of tea. Now or ever. But he did always cringe at the idea of any of that together. Which his very-immature partner was capitalising on at the moment.
“Soooo..”
“No.”
“I didn’t even-”
“You thought it. Shut up.”
“I can’t help being ruggedly handsome.”
“Yes you can. You’re shaving next time.”
“Aw, but I like the mild fuzz. Also, I doubt that’ll stop the idea.”
“Do SOMETHING about this, oh my god.”
“Babe.”
He looked up at him finally. His partner – wonderful, still-caring-deep-down guy that he was – just giving him a simple smile, chin in palm, watching him stress about this.
Saying honestly for once.
“It’s okay, you know. I can say no next time, if it comes up again. You don’t have to listen to it.”
He looked away, exhaling.
It was uncomfortable at worst. They weren’t like that together.
That wasn’t what they were, and despite the fact that he was sure there were probably decent sugar.. couples? Cubes? – out there in the world, he didn’t personally like the idea that others were.. seeing the two of them as just transactional.
Temporary.
He got enough of that before they made it official. Heck, even after.
He felt his eyes on him more than heard his next, quieter, calming words.
“Hey.”
He looked up again, eventually. Eyes slowly locking with his.
“I can just get a tailor you know. I do still like buying you stuff – you look gorgeous every time.
And quite frankly, it’s never anyone’s business what we are. That’s always been true. Yeah?”
A smaller smile, eyes always just on him.
“It’s just us.”
And for some reason – or maybe, the most understandable reason in the world – he felt something inside finally relax.
It really was just the two of them.
.
“..You know my friend thought I was doing some sort of OnlyFans situation in exchange for your money though.”
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