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✨💚Happy Tuesday💚✨
Happy Tuesday to romance repulsed aros
Happy Tuesday to romance indifferent aros
Happy Tuesday ro romance favorable aros
Happy Tuesday to aroaces
Happy Tuesday to aroallos
Happy Tuesday to loveless aros
Happy Tuesday to lovequeer aros
Happy Tuesday to aros who love being aro
Happy Tuesday to aros who haven't accepted themselves yet
Happy Tuesday to people who are questioning
Happy Tuesday to everyone on the aromantic spectrum who have a complicated relationship with romance
And of course, Happy Tuesday to people who aren't arospec but are currently single
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Get jump scared losers
reblog to scare the aphobes
I reblog!
reblog to scare the aphobes
This started off as a multigender rant but includes other things, because I'm so pissed off at the queer community for these things that I need to fit it all in one post. Sit back and prepare for this, it's a long read (also feel free to scroll past) being multigender sucks because I feel too paradoxical to be taken seriously. It doesn't help that I'm also agender :/ Like yeah, identity is your own and you shouldn't shave off parts of it to appease others, but damn does the 'passive' hostility and invalidation towards multigender people such as myself make me feel pushed towards changing myself sometimes. You can scream into the void all you want about being normal about multigender people and how they label their experiences, but some people just... never will be. That's what it feels like, from the fucking queer community as well as cishet society. It sucks. I can never be comfortable to explore my womanhood because then my manhood and agenderhood will never be taken seriously. Hell, the fact that I simultaneously experience gender AND being genderless is enough for people to just shit on me and exile me from queer spaces. The fact that I prefer ze/hir and it/its and nounself pronouns is enough for people to call me one of the bad ones. AND, the fact that I am more comfortable being perceived as a man suddenly makes me a 'danger to women'. There are so many issues with how multigender people, neurodivergent queers (literally any kind of neurodivergent, not just the neopronoun xenogender autistic person), queer POC, the list goes on are treated; if you aren't a white woman god help you, god forbid you're a man in any way either. And don't even get me started about how aroace people are fucking treated. I could go on for another few paragraphs about how I, as someone who is aroace spec and a plethora of other things, don't feel safe sometimes. I could go on and on and on. And fuck it, I will (under the cut because this post is already comically long):
'Aroace is a spectrum' this, 'all aroaces are valid' that, until you're romance/sex oscillating or even favorable, until you're polyamorous, until you're also a lesbian or a gay person or m-spec. Even in the fucking aroace community you're held by some bar of being aroace enough, and if you diverge even slightly god forbid. Allo fictives of aroace characters, hell even those who are aroace in a different way, have to listen to the incessant whining of the 'stop making sexual/romantic fiction of this character! they're repulsed in canon!' crowd. It's fucking obnoxious. Aroace people are already not taken seriously, aroallos and alloaces are already not taken seriously, and then you have the clown parade of people forcing their own idea of what they want you to be down your throat. The queer community and its many facets feel so fucking unsafe at times, and that sucks because we're all we've got. Some people don't have supportive family or connections outside of online queer spaces, and this is what they get. It's so incredibly shitty. I don't feel aroace enough because of my experiences, despite also having very stereotypical aroace experiences. I feel forced to constantly be sex/romance averse at times because again, god forbid you're ever favorable. I have two partners, okay? I have partners who I don't necessarily 'love' but care about a lot, and then I have to come across things that erase the fact that I am quite often averse to sex and romance because of this fact! People like me are constantly erased, and when they're represented in fiction people throw a hissy fit. "Oh you're forcing an aroace character into allonormativity!" Hey asshole: maybe, just maybe, aroace people can date just as much as they aren't required to. Fucking. Jesus. Some community this is, for there to be so much exclusion and hatred and segregation.
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY! be who you want to be, regardless of your gender, age, or race <3
just so we're clear, i AM aromantic, but didnt want to use the aro flag cuz it will get tagged as asexual/aroace, even though i am just aromantic. Not asexual, not aroace, just aromantic.
Had to use the aroallo flag cuz it seems to fit me more than my own label.
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY! be who you want to be, regardless of your gender, age, or race <3
You know that smut you like? Y’know, the really, REALLY good one? You know that one? Yeah?
An asexual wrote that.
And that really good romantic fluff you like? The really cute one, the domestic fluff? Y’know that one?
An aromantic wrote that.
So before you go to sleep reading fanfiction tonight, be sure to thank all the asexuals and aromantics that are writing your favorite fics!
Because no, we are not the pure little children you think we are.
Everybody say thank you a-specs!
Thank you a-specs!
Alright, I’ll let you go now :3
“So you’ve heard, then?”
“That our parents want us to get married? Yes, I’ve heard.”
The protagonist lounged in their travelling tent, a glass of wine in hand. They were, in their mind, the very picture of regal despondency.
“You don’t seem happy about it,” said the protagonist’s friend – their fiancé, now, they supposed.
“Are you?”
Their friend meandered further into the tent, looking over the protagonist’s books. “I don’t know. I guess if I have to be with someone …” A shrug. “It may be my best option for it to be you.”
“Your passion is overwhelming,” the protagonist deadpanned.
Their friend gave a wan smile. “I’m just trying to face facts.”
“Do you love me?”
Their friend looked up in surprise.
It normally would have been embarrassing, to ask such a question so bluntly. But now, more than ever, was the time to have all their cards on the table.
To their friend’s credit, they didn’t shy away. “No,” they said. “Or … yes. But not how you mean.”
The protagonist took in a breath. “Explain.”
Their friend settled onto the sedan across from them, and was silent. The protagonist thought for a moment that they wouldn’t answer at all. But then they said, “If I could love anyone like that, it would be you.”
“But you can’t.”
Their friend cast their eyes over. “I’ve long suspected you of being the same.”
The protagonist leaned back, staring at the tarp ceiling. “Somewhat. I don’t feel romantic love, this is true. But I do feel …” They smiled to themself. “I find people sexually interesting, you could say.”
Their friend stilled. “Oh.”
“Do you think me a whore, for this?”
“No.” Their friend’s response was quick, and certain. It startled the protagonist.
A small lock of dread released in their heart. They smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.”
Their friend cleared their throat. “Do you find me … interesting?”
The protagonist raised their brows. But, well, fair enough. Cards on the table.
“Yes,” they said, in all honesty.
Their friend nodded, seeming to pay close attention to the woven rugs splayed on the grass.
“I take it the feeling is not mutual.”
Their friend rubbed the back of their neck. “Do you think me cold, for not being able to feel any of it?”
“Never.”
Their friend nodded again.
But that did leave one question …
“Marriages usually involve sex,” the protagonist said. They placed their wine on the end table, leaning forward. “How were you planning to deal with that?”
Their friend shrugged. “Every station comes with its chores, I suppose.”
Horror washed over the protagonist.
“The wedding isn’t happening,” they said, bursting upwards. “I will speak with my father, I will – ”
“You will bring your country to ruin,” their friend said, rising to meet them. “Your kingdom needs this alliance even more than mine.”
“I will not take someone who is unwilling.”
Their friend stepped closer, and took the protagonist’s hand. “I would be willing.”
“Would you? Would you truly?”
Their friend faltered.
“I could not do that,” the protagonist said. “Not to anyone.” They squeezed their friend’s fingers. “And never to you.”
“So what, then?” Their friend met their gaze. “You’ll resign yourself to a life of celibacy? Because this marriage is happening, whether we like it or not.”
Now it was the protagonist’s turn to falter for words.
They both stayed like that for a time, stuck.
Then, a light flicked on in their friend’s eyes. “What if we got married, but as friends?”
The protagonist huffed out a laugh. “That’s an oxymoron, if I’ve ever heard one.”
“No, I’m serious.” Their friend took their other hand. “A marriage in name, but in practice …”
They dropped down to one knee, grinning. “[Protagonist], will you do me the honour of being my friend?”
The protagonist had to smile, in spite of themself. “What are you even suggesting?”
“We do the ceremony. Our kingdoms join. But we have separate beds. Separate rooms, even. And you can have a harem, with as many interesting people as you’d like. And I …” Their smile changed from scheming to sincere. “I get to spend the rest of my life with my best friend.”
The protagonist blinked. The idea sounded crazy, but …
“It could work.”
The next day, the two of them informed their parents the betrothal was happily accepted.
Okay, ill try to post the story today :))
so guys I got this idea, and I know its not pride month anymore, but during june i didnt have any time because of tests and shit, so Im asking now if you would want this: i would write a short story about one sexuality or gender. i dont know if every day, but ill try. you guys can comment what gender/sexuality you want next. would you like that?
this is also a way for me and other people to get to know the lgbtqia+ comunity better, sooo let me know :)
I saw how some of you liked my idea, so heres a lil story about an aroallo girl :) hope you like it
They dont like me
Why?
Question that flies through my head every day. Every time I get to think, I ask myself: Why do they hate me? Every time I see the way they look at me, the way they talk about me.
Is it because they think I'm a whore?
Probably.
The thing is that I'm aroallo.
And now that I'm sitting in my classroom, with the teacher looking disgusted every time he looks at me, with my classmates who don't even try to look at me, I wonder. How do they know?
I never told anyone. Not one person. Not even Sara.
Ah fuck.
I shouldn't have thought about her.
Even though I don't want to, I look at her. And she's looking at me. I can't read what her face says, I was never good at it.
We look into each other's eyes for a moment, and then I look away.
She is fucking gorgeous. And the pain she causes me, god.
I try to listen to the teacher, but he is talking about history. I hate history. I signed up for this class just because Sara did.
But then you had to fuck up.
I sigh, but to my misfortune, it was loud. Too loud for my teacher's liking.
He turns around quickly from the board, and he immediately knows it was me. “Well, Miss Silver. Do you find this class boring?”
Oh how I wanted to tell him the truth. “No, sir.”
“Then. Repeat the sentence I just said.”
I close my eyes for a moment, trying not to sigh again. “I don't know sir.”
“Why?”
That's what I would like to know.
“I guess I wasn't paying attention.”
He narrows his eyes. “Figured. Detention, Miss Silver. This is the third time this week.”
I bite my tongue. “Okay, sir.”
He turns to the board again, and I make a grimace at his back.
Now to Saras misfortune, she saw me and laughed.
The teacher puts the chalk angrily down and turns to her, all red in his face. “Miss Walker. What is it you're laughing about?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing sir.”
“That's it. Detention for you too, Miss Walker.”
Oh fuck me.
***
We meet outside his class. We try not to look at each other.
Mister Fenish walks up to us. “Well ladies. Looks like it will be just you two today. Go to the classroom, I am going to get my afterschool coffee. I'll be back in five minutes.”
He unlocks the room for us and we get in.
I sit on a desk and pin my eyes to the ground. Sara does the same, opposite of me. We both know we have to talk.
“I'm sorry,” I say first. “I wasn't going to…use you.”
She laughs to herself. “It looked like it.”
“I promise I didn't want to.”
She sighs. “Im sorry too. I…I heard the rumors. About you being…aroallo.”
I lean onto my hands. “I wonder how it got out.”
She now sits beside me. “I think James started the rumor.”
I roll my eyes. “James. That little fucker.”
Sara now laughs out loud.
“But how'd he know?” she thinks.
I nudge her in her shoulder. “I think that's not the most important question. Not right now.”
She rests her head on mine. “And what is?”
“I-”
I don't get to say, because Mister Fenish comes in. When he sees us, he folds his arms. “Good lord, ladies. You have dozens of chairs around, and you choose to sit on the desk? How barbaric. Get down, now. I will be right back.”
He leaves again.
We don't get off the desk.
“I hate him,” Sara sighs.
“Yeah, fuck him.”
“But. I…I want to say sorry. That I just…threw you away after that night. I really didn't know what to do.”
“It's okay, I didn't either.”
“Soo…we're good now?”
I laugh into her shoulder. “Hell yeah we are.”
She is quiet for a few minutes. “Listen…I know you're not like…romantically interested in me. I get it. But I don't see in your mind. So if there, one day, would be a chance, that we could…”
She leaves the question hanging in the air.
“You mean…go on a date?”
She shrugs. “One day.”
I tilt my head back from laughter. “Jesus, this is the lamest way to ask someone out. I love it. I would love to go.”
She snorts.
The teacher comes back in. “Girls, I am going to give you another detention if you wont get off that desk right now.”
We slide off and sit in the chairs before his desk.
For the rest of the hour we laugh, talk and I try to explain to her everything about being aroallo.
Well. Maybe there is one person that actually likes me.
Hope you liked the story, and comment which sexuality/gender you would like to see next :))
so guys I got this idea, and I know its not pride month anymore, but during june i didnt have any time because of tests and shit, so Im asking now if you would want this: i would write a short story about one sexuality or gender. i dont know if every day, but ill try. you guys can comment what gender/sexuality you want next. would you like that?
this is also a way for me and other people to get to know the lgbtqia+ comunity better, sooo let me know :)
a romantic relationship ❌️
aromantic relationship ✅️
Arackniss from Hazbin Hotel is aroallo
Pest from Regretevator (Roblox) is aroallo
Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls is aroallo
Stanley Pines from Gravity Falls is aroallo