Let’s examine the line “you’ll meet someone eventually.” The idea here is that an asexual person will be so in love that magically, sexual attraction will occur. Now, let’s think. Is this how society views sexual attraction? That a person falls in love before experiencing it?
Does that sound awfully familiar?
I don’t know why I didn’t see it. It’s the same logic behind shaming/denying/misunderstanding demisexuality.
The misunderstanding and ensuing denial of the orientation occurs generally when people interpret demisexuality as the ideal (usually female) behavior, because they think the definition of demisexuality is only experiencing sexual attraction after explicitly falling in love. Which is false on two counts—that’s not how love always works, and not how demisexuality explicitly works.
The shaming thus occurs, in succession, generally when people interpret demisexuality the same way, and thus think that demisexual people shame consexual (I don’t know what term is most popular here, sorry) for experiencing sexual attraction all willy-nilly instead of ideally.
It’s the same logic—thinking that demisexual people only experience sexual attraction after explicitly falling in love.
I guess what I’m saying is that the correlation is rather bizarre, but probably not just coincidental.
Hehe, could be an interesting play on the “cat lady” and “budding” stereotypes, eh?
I found some really cool black rings on Etsy and they come with free engravings.
Reasons why the community is wonderful:
1. When I begin to doubt myself because someone’s invalidated me, I remember:
Though we are infinitely different from one another, we have found some sort of common ground. Our experiences are different, our emotions, our thoughts and yet—look, we’ve found each other.
There is something tying us together, and it is real, and a bunch of ignorant people cannot undo that.
How do you live all summer with someone who doesn’t believe that you exist?
My friend, A, had to go to the bathroom during class, and so she left her flour sack baby with another friend, L.
Pretending to be an intrusive slut-shaming person, I chided: “Excuse me, missy, where did that baby come from?!”
Without pause, L, an ace-spectrum person, responded: “…mitosis.”
It naturally followed that when A returned and claimed that she was “planning to turn it into cookies when the project’s done,” I told her, “Better yet, bake a cake!”
loki-charms-magikally-delicious asked: ASEXUALS CAN'T HAVE SEX, ONLY CELIBATES CAN CAUSE THEY'RE SEXUAL.
Asexuals can have sex, and can want to have sex. Celibates can also have sex, or not have sex. You can be asexual and celibate, asexual and not celibate, or sexual and celibate, or somewhere in between for either.
Asexuality just means lack of primary sexual attraction—not desire, not drive, not ability. Ergo, there are asexual people who do have sex—and perhaps want and enjoy it.
There are indeed people who do not have the capability to have sex, and there are various physical qualities that can lead to that, or emotional things.
from one unicorn to another:
I BELIEVE IN YOUR EXISTENCE
I BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE REAL
*and all people in the asexual spectrum!
An interesting and lovely read!
Hello friends! A lovely person just started this blog—check it out, if you’re interested!
Welcome to “Single Aces!”
Just like any other singles blog on Tumblr, but for asexuals.
I hadn’t ever seen one, and I know I can’t be the only asexual that’s looking for a partner!
Please feel free to submit whether you’re looking for a partner, just friends, or anything in between.
to tell you how much I appreciate you.
Member of the community, or perhaps not a member of the community.
But whoever you are, you’ve had a part in making me feel so comfortable with myself.
I look back on the past year and realize, wow, I’ve come to accept what I now see as a significant facet of myself. I’ve also learned a lot about other sexualities, as well as gender identity.
There are people like me. Not exactly like me, and in that lies even greater beauty of this feeling.
I remove myself from my situation and ponder it, and it’s really amazing. I’ve always thought I was different, alone, broken perhaps. But I am not. I never was.
These aren’t characters in a book that I’m trying to relate to anymore, or bits of imagination here and there. These are real people with real feelings that are diverse and yet part of a greater, spectacular body. Which is part of an even greater, more spectacular body. And I’m a part of that.
I just thought I’d share that with you, whoever is reading this.
Extremely apprehensive to read this article on the “state of love” for my seminar history class.