Being an Aromantic Asexual is Weird

i-kno-who-i-am:

shades-of-grayro:

Being an aromantic asexual is weird. We defy not one, not two, but three societal norms; heteronormativity, compulsory sexuality, and amatonormativity. It gets even weirder when you’re indifferent (even favourable!) when it comes to sex and romance because you think your experience is universal, that everyone feels the way you do. It’s not feeling wrong and broken and out of place. It’s feeling normal, and then realizing that you aren’t.

Thinking (read: assuming) that you’re straight for most of your life and then finding out you’re not is weird. Mostly because once you realize you’re not straight, it dawns on you that you feel the same way about boys that you do about girls and non-binary people. And then you wonder if you’re pansexual because they’re attracted to all genders, and you have to be attracted to someone, right? And then that thought is immediately dismissed because you don’t feel attraction, at all. But it doesn’t stop you from contemplating every other sexuality and romantic orientation, because you’ve been taught that everyone wants sex and romance.

And then you remember: you like sex and romance in fiction. You like seeing your friends in happy, healthy, consenting relationships, and you’d always assumed that one day, you’d be in one too. But you’ve never pursued one. You never had more than a fleeting interest in boys, and lingering but still platonic affection for your female and non-binary friends. Those “crushes” that you had in elementary school? Maybe not crushes after all, because God knows you haven’t had one in nearly eight years. The most powerful feelings you’ve had for another person have been squishes so intense that you had to look back and question if it was actually romantic attraction (spoiler: it wasn’t).

And then there’s that epiphanic moment when things start to fall into place. Why you were always so vehement that soulmates could be platonic too. Why the idea of loving someone more than your best friend is incomprehensible (because romantic love is always shown as being more. Hello amatonormativity). Why when you ship fictional pairings, there are people you want to get together romantically, people you want to be friends so bad, and the ships that you like the most are the ones that could go either way. Why you desire emotional closeness and intimacy with the people in your life, but that had always been conflated with sex and romance so you wondered if what you wanted was more than friendship. Why you want to take the expression “more than friends”and burn it to the ground because there is no vocabulary for friendship that exceeds “best friend” without crossing over into romantic and/or sexual territory.

You realize that your ideal relationship isn’t necessarily romantic. It’s best friends who cohabitate and snuggle and hold hands and go on adventures to the library together. Kissing and sex? Well, that’s more of an afterthought. A “yeah, that’ll probably happen somewhere in there.” An assumption, because you’ve been taught that primary, monogamous relationships are always romantic and sexual. You reflect and see that there are very few things that you see and inherently romantic, and that there is a lot of cross-over between things you consider platonic, sensual, and romantic. A grey area that you can’t define.

Being an aromantic asexual is weird, because while I’ve always said that you don’t need romance and sex to be happy, I now realize that it applies to me too.

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Note from mod fitz: This has to be one of the most moving descriptions of this I have ever read. This exactly describes how I felt coming to the realization that I was not straight, and I think had I read this when I first began questioning it would have made things go a lot smoother for me. Thanks so much for submitting!

Reblogging this because this is one of the few posts that matches my experiences of figuring out I’m aroace exactly and somehow manages to put it into words

ace-thinks:

If part of you “defending” asexual people involves anything similar to “asexuals fall in love just like normal humans” then you’re doing it wrong.

Like I get the sentiment, I really do, but what that is implicitly saying is that proof of asexuals’ humanity lies at least somewhat in their ability to fall in love. The implied meaning is that if ace people didn’t/couldn’t fall in love then they wouldn’t qualify as normal humans.

This is bad for lots of reasons.

So really if you’re gonna try to argue for ace humanity, the best way to do that is to say something along the lines of “Ace people are people because they’re people.” They’re humanity in no way lies in their ability or inability to do anything. They’re just people.

This extends to any discourse surrounding the humanity of minority groups. These types of arguments are inherently problematic for many reasons, the main one being that it really just boils down to trying to prove a group’s humanity by demonstrating their proximity to the majority. So the more things a group does that is the same or similar to the majority, the more human they are.

This is bad for lots of reasons.

So basically let’s just agree to stop enumerating the “reasons” why ace people (or anybody) is human and just let peoples’ humanity be the only relevant proof for their humanity.

theodulegillenormand:

Aphrodite and I

We aren’t friends.

She is the mother who wants to shape me,

Who wants to put me into shapes

I do not want to be shaped by.

Aphrodite stands with the back to me

Flowing silk reach until the ground,

Shining hair artfully twirled up,

And over her bare shoulders I see them:

Couples created after her ideal —

Lovers in love —

And I catch a glimpse

Of the love I cannot understand.

Aphrodite despises me,

For I,

I do not understand her love.

And her son, Amor, hates me

For every arrow breaks against my heart.

So Amor sits on my shoulder, like a watchdog sent by her

When I walk hand in hand with my best friend

And press a goodbye kiss to her cheek

Or when I run my hand through another friend’s hair

And Amor asks: Not more?

When Aphrodite blessed us with love,

Hestia cradled me in her arms too long

Showed me a home and

told me I was complete.

When Aphrodite split our hearts in half,

Artemis took me in before Aphrodite could,

And taught me how to love

with my heart intact.

Aphrodite and I.

We arent friends.

She is a monument of human desires

Created from the ideal of a tangible fantasy

Which promises a solution to the

Insecurities of life.

Love like I want you to, she says

And you will be happy.

Love like I have taught you to, she says

And you will be healed.

I know that love cannot heal.

Love cannot make me feel less broken for

She is the voice that tries to convince me

That I am broken,

That I am incomplete

She is the chain that wraps around my neck,

Delicate and beautiful,

And strangles me

For daring to be different,

For daring to think I am complete on my own.

She is the monster

That sharpens her claws on my heart,

Hoping for it to crack

And to break in half but instead,

Her claws turn dull,

For I,

I am not a child Aphrodite’s.

I was born from the warmth of Hestia’s hearth,

And raised with the faith of Artemis’ virgins.

Aphrodite and I.

We aren’t friends.

For I,

I do not need her.

thoughts while driving home from work

me-ainsel:

running-in-a-rainstorm:

autismserenity:

thegentlewomon:

acephobia-is-real:

mylittlscorpion:

garet-the-3rd:

autismserenity:

sirigorn:

autismserenity:

life-of-a-cherry-blossom:

autismserenity:

If you think of asexual as “not having a sex drive,” then you’d probably be surprised to learn that aces used to be a part of the bi community.

But if you think of it as “not having a sexual orientation,” then it might suddenly become clear.

Because in a world where so many people only ever think of, or mention, “gay or straight” as possible orientations, there’s not that much difference between “not having a sexual orientation” and “not being either gay or straight.”

When the question is only framed as “which of these opposite points does your arrow point to,” I don’t feel like there’s a huge difference between your answer being “point???????” or “arrow???????”

Ohhh, everything makes sense now (says the bi ace)

SWEEET

Which is I think why a lot of aces identify as bi or pan at some point in their lives before landing on “asexual.” If you know you’re not gay or straight, there’s much more awareness of bisexuality than of asexuality, so it makes sense that people would end up there by default. 

Yes! And if you were coming out 20 oror more years ago, there was basically zero awareness of any other things.

this perfectly describes my late teens, most of which I spent convinced I was bisexual because I was equally attracted to men and women. Thing is, I actually wasn’t attracted to either, and I thought that that weird uncomfortable feeling I got each time something was overly sexualized was because I wasn’t used to feeling lust and/or arousal, and those new urges were making me uncomfortable, instead of just being plain uncomfortable with sexualization. I didn’t even know that asexuality was a thing until I read about it in a fanfic a year ago.

Chiming in as another aro/ace person who identified as bi for a couple years before realizing the ace spectrum existed. The poster right above me pretty much describes exactly my thought process. Basically, it went:

I’m not gay, and I’m definitely not straight, so I must be bi, because I find people of many different genders attractive (notice i say find attractive, not attracted to). I chalked my icky-squirmy feelings when thinking about sex and to a lesser extent relationships up to lack of experience as I’ve never been in a relationship or even been on a date.

But then in the past year or two I finally learned about asexuality and one night I had this huge emotional revelation when things just clicked suddenly.

So yeah, until recently, bi is where i fit best, and where i felt most accepted.

Up until now I thought “ace ppl were bi/pan?? that makes no sense????’

But reading this I remember–I thought I was bi/pan too!! When I was in high school, I thought I was romantically attracted to men nd sexually attracted to women (I knew almost nothing about gender). I didn’t know about split-attraction so I was horrified of being some kind of freak and doomed to be alone and/or unhappy, to say the least.

People get all offended and insulted and furious about how aces identified as bi/pan, but you need to understand: I only did so because I didn’t know/think asexuality was an option. I wasn’t gay, I wasn’t straight. What else could I be?

At 15, when I was just starting to use the internet to learn about sexuality I came across this: “Bisexuality is the ability to reach down someone’s pants and not care about whatever you find.” And that was, I thought, the closest thing I could find about how I felt.

You might be thinking, “But this is such a wild contradiction to what asexuality is! How could you possibly be bi/pan?” In my experience at least, the logic was something like, “Being bi/pan is an attraction to all genders, but I don’t experience attraction to two+/any gender. Which is similar in that I’m equally indifferent to multiple/all genders. They cancel out, or something? I’m romantically attracted to men, sexually to women, they cancel out?”

When you don’t know what asexuality is, you’re going to come to some conclusions that may make no sense at all to someone else. And they might not make sense to you, either. But what choice do you have? You have to be SOMETHING, or so we’re taught.

And then once I realized I wasn’t REALLY bi or pan, I chose not to identify as anything, since no labels fit me. I thought it would be freeing, not having to worry about labels. But god, it was so lonely. Here I was, some kind of anolomy, brimming with so many questions and no answers. And this is why asexuality is an orientation, rather than a lack of a sexuality. Ahaha, high school was misery in terms of finding my sexuality.

I don’t know, does this make sense to anyone? It’s hard to explain, at least for me.

“I’m nothing” eventually became a common response for me as well.

and gee, I wonder if the feeling of “I’m nothing” contributes to the higher rates of suicidality for a-spec people, like bi erasure does for bi people

for that matter, I wonder if the double whammy of “what I am doesn’t exist” and “what I think I am doesn’t exist”, of bi erasure and the even worse ace erasure, does too

and by “I wonder if” I mean “I bet that….”

I’m Ace and my girlfriend is bi. We were best friends in high school and both went through the process of figuring out our sexualities around the same time. It was surprising how many parallels we had during that time. We were both baffled by how much gender seemed to matter to everyone else since neither of us had a strong pull towards one over the other. We had both assumed that we were straight for a long time – her because she was attracted to boys and me because I wasn’t attracted to girls. It was a huge relief to the two of us to realize that “both” and “neither” were options.

Another word that we seem to default to a lot? Broken. Especially if we’re not just sexually uninterested, but sex-repulsed, like I am. Or also on the aromantic or demiromantic side of that spectrum (yes, it also me). Relief is nowhere near a strong enough word for how I felt when I found out I am allowed to just not want any of it. I’m allowed. I’m not nothing, or wrong, or broken.

And less-than-surprisingly, the bi and pan people I know tend to be a lot more accepting of that, on average, than the heterosexual and homosexual crowds

Like/reblog this if you’re ace-spec and/or aro-spec and 18 or older

pointy-eared-muse:

mr-barrows-cup-of-tea:

aroacepositivityplace:

I want to try to show younger a-specs that we’re out there and that it isn’t just an identity for kids to grow out of.

45 years old and demisexual. 

I only figured out my orientation 3 years ago. It didn’t come as some “big revelation” but little but little, as I learnt more about it, it helped me put pieces together. I wasn’t broken – actually I had never been. It was just who I was, how I was born. I wasn’t alone – and in some way it was a relief to me. I had a word to describe myself, my experience, and this word was a statement, a fact, the answer to all the questions I had been asking myself for decades about my unsatisfying love (no)life. Finally there was a “BECAUSE” to the “WHY”, and the explanation was so simple, so obvious, I could fully accept it. 

Tumblr has been the place where I found out, thanks to younger A-spec people who reblog, talk, teach about asexuality. YOU ARE WONDERFUL to do so, and to support and empower one another. It is so important not to feel alone ! Back in my younger days, I felt like I was “the only ace alien in the village”. Raising awareness is so very important, as inacceptance (sadly) can do much damage. I’ve been through times and places I wouldn’t wish anybody to go. 

To those of you who’d been rejected because they didn’t fit the mold of relationshipsTM, I know it hurts as Hell, it hurts so deep. Never forget that YOU DESERVE HAPPINESS as much as anyone else. There are so many ways you can connect with other people, as long as they’re compatible with you or acceptant of who you are. You are unique, and so is your happiness. 

*HUGS TO YOU ALL*

Aro/ace and just turned 33!

Honestly, I was in my late teens when I started warning potential partners I wasn’t sure if I was able to love them.  I was in my mid-twenties when I took myself “off market.”  It wasn’t until a couple years later I started using the aromantic and asexual labels.

And also?  I’m a mother.  I was 22 when my son was born, so, yes, any young aros and/or aces out there wondering if you can still have a family, I’m proof that you can.  And I don’t have a partner, and that’s OK.  If you do or don’t want a partner, that’s fine.  There’s no right or wrong way to be aspec.