You Know What Really Bothers Me?

You know what really bothers me? 

The assumption that, because I’m asexual, I’m depriving my partner of sex.

I’m not depriving him of anything. He came into this relationship fully aware of my orientation and preferences and made the decision to date me anyway. Why should I be required to atone for my orientation? I shouldn’t feel guilty about not wanting sex any more than he should feel guilty for wanting it.

I don’t have to feel guilty because he isn’t getting laid. He made that decision himself of his own free will and I don’t owe him sexual favor to keep him interested in me. If he suddenly decides that the lack of sex is a problem, that’s his prerogative and he can end the relationship if he so chooses. 

That’s the beauty of a partnership. We both have choices in the matter and we both have boundaries to maintain. We’re both responsible for happiness here, not just the one of us without sexual urges toward the other. 

I think this type of misconception definitely needs to be abolished.

In that instant, I started seeing my body as my ally, and I started nurturing a new belief that I could trust my body to tell me the truth. Pain, after all, is the body talking. Panic is the body talking. More times than not the message is simply, ‘There is more to heal.’

Andrea Gibson (via wordsnquotes)

I don’t believe in unconditional love. In fact, I think it’s unwise. My love has had a condition that if ever my love keeps you from you, from your growing, and realizing your personal potential, then I must step aside. No one has the right to stand in the way of another’s joy, development, or unique perceptions.

Leo Buscaglia (via wordsnquotes)

the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind.’ the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing: ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’ the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’ the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. the year i made peace and love, right here.

Warsan Shire (via peppermintcafe)

Unless we love and are loved, each of us is alone, each of us is deeply lonely.

Mortimer Adler (via fyp-philosophy)