Your tags on that Rachel Weisz post were super validating to read because as an ace lady I sometimes struggle with internalized acephobia and wonder if I'm actually ace or just broken and making things up, and randomly coming across a post on my das with my literal thoughts spelled out by someone I do not know and who does not know me (regarding sitting in a room with and Just Looking at an attractive human person) was more of a relief than I can possibly express. So thank you.
I know, right?
It took me an absolutely ABSURD amount of time to figure out the ace thing. I thought it was some kind of internalized traumatic self-loathing for the longest time, that I could be dumbstruck by somebody’s presence and yet not wanna get athletically naked with them. I figured it had to be that something was wrong with me, or, conversely, that I was some kind of strange magnet for nymphomaniac friends.
In any event, I felt pretty damn isolated, because absolutely nobody else I’d ever interacted with understood what I meant when I expressed how I wanted to set Chris Pine up in the corner of a sunlit room and Appreciate The Aesthetic Of Him. Maybe occasionally mist him like a fern, as one does. (That’s a normal thing to want, right???)
I was twenty-nine before when I saw somebody’s tumblr post griping about some aspect of asexual life and I lost my shit because I’d never seen someone else talk about the internal experiences that I had, there was suddenly this concept of Not-Broken, there was this entire damn community, even.
So I’m really glad I can help somebody else feel less alone or broken or weird in the big weird world we live in! It makes my heart warm, seriously, and if you ever need a verbose shouty reminder that Asexual Is A Thing And So Can You, I’m down for it.
C’MERE AND LET ME AFFIRM YOU
