If they had to tell someone that something had happened,
If they found me just lying there what could they do?
In case of an accident, who could they notify?
Would it be alright if they notified you?
I’m an unmarried orphan who’s children have scattered,
estranged from my siblings, close friends just a few,
But of those few friends I consider you closest.
They must contact someone; could they contact you?
When they give you the bad news I’m sure you won’t snigger.
You’ll remember the good times and all we went through.
Then I suppose that you’ll tell alll the others,
performing that awful task.
Someone has to.
When they go through my wallet and fish out my license
they’ll learn my DOB and my eyes were blue.
As for my corneas, I don’t care who gets ‘em,
But all other organs and parts are for you.
Nightfall we’re brushing past your town
Destination not you my one
The driver doesn’t know way down
How deep these bright-eyed feelings run
I’ve no intention of confessing today
I need to make distance a while
But miles don’t make your image fade
They don’t erase this secret smile
Everything reminds me
Wet grey gold-lit streets
Shop displays near-lovers meet
I feel the grasp of your hand still
This your face now in the glass
Breathing whisper what is this
Bent so close we nearly kiss
Although we never will
Strange that there’s no hurtful need
Used to be my only sign
On my mind would make me bleed
Why is it that I’m feeling fine
Why is it this warmth within
No candlelight that causes burn
Memories of you begin
Well welcome friends
Glad you’ve returned
Everything reminds me
Music surging bedroom dance
Crazy spinning sultry glance
I inhale your presence still
These your arms of daring grace
Encircle me, what pact is made
Desire is your masquerade
Want me you never will
You gave me truth
I chose illusion
Now we are used to this confusion
But I know
Yes I know
This story has to end
Never groped for a connection
Never hoped for more affection
For I know
I know I am your friend
Only your friend
New post about hatred of tumblr social justice shit
and YES I DO MEAN SHIT
Asexuality has only had an association (AVEN) since 2001 and has only been part of the American pride association since the 2009 San Francisco Pride Parade.
So, all those years before then when the pride parade was still happening, what did the a stand for?
OH RIGHT, ALLIANCE or ALLIES
It’s not like proper representation of asexuality is not a problem. It is. However, denying history to make way for your “die straight male white cis scum” mentality is absurd.
Yes there should be an A to stand for asexuality in the acronym, however, stating that the existing A is something that it’s not, is ridiculous. The acronym should be changed judging that many scientific journals have come up with more titles for different attractions, but shaming someone for calling themselves an ally (like a large group did to Macklemore) is disgusting.
You do realize that the core ‘LGBT’ acronym only started to be used during the 90s, right? The Q was tacked on at some point, but didn’t really start gaining wide use until around 2004 or 2005. So it’s somewhat laughable that you are talking about “all those years” with the A standing for allies. AT MOST, there might have been 10 years of a FEW groups of people adding an A for allies. And even then, it was less common to see the A at all, with most groups leaving it at LGBTQ.
In reality, there isn’t a centralized body making these decisions. The letters are added by individual people/groups and gain popularity based on how useful they are to the community. You might see the A on a pride banner and interpret it to mean allies, while another group might see it an interpret it as asexual. It’s not revisionist history to say that the A stands for asexual, it’s just acknowledgement of the organic nature of grassroots movements.
As suggested by J (alltheleftovers).
Talk about asexual characters in fiction and how your asexual character “saved” your novel.
We’ve all seen the crap going around about Moffat and how he thinks asexual characters are super boring. I have read plenty of wonderful posts in regard to the topic, so I wasn’t too concerned about broaching it myself. But since my lovely QPP said she’d like to hear my thoughts, here we go.
For those who are not aware (which I’m guessing is most of you), I’m a writer. I’ve been working on a novel off and on for a couple of years, but over the past year in particular I’ve had a lot of problems with it. It started to stagnate something awful, and while I was relatively far along with the first draft, I was nowhere near where I wanted to be. I was, in fact, hoping to be able to knock draft one out of the way within a year’s time, which just did not happen.
The biggest problem was I always felt like something was missing. I didn’t know what it was. I figured it had something to do with the plot, considering it’s not yet concrete and I was letting the characters run wild, everything to be edited at a later date.
Still, no matter what I did, the story kept getting more and more stale to me, and I didn’t know why. I liked the characters. I liked the story, even if it was on the nebulous side. It just seemed like there was a big hole and I couldn’t figure out how to fill it.
Then one day I thought, “Man. I want to write an asexual character. There aren’t enough of them in fiction, and if this ever gets published… well! Wouldn’t it be cool to have an ace in the story?”
Thus, Noah was born. He’s an aromantic asexual who may or may not be QPPs with my main protagonist (just kind of waiting to see how it goes). Either way, they do have a deep platonic relationship. Once I started putting him into the picture, everything started to make sense, and I mean everything. He’s the perfect counter-balance to my main protagonist. His existence opened up doors for the plot that I never would have thought of otherwise.
And the best part? He’s an awesome character. He isn’t some gray blob of boring sitting around taking up space in the pages. He’s a dynamic, living, breathing part of the world. He shapes the way the story moves. He shapes the way the other characters act with his presence. He has his struggles, his issues, and his demons.
Because he’s a fucking person. That’s what gets me about the whole thing. If you’re writing a well-rounded character, if you’re writing someone who behaves like an actual person, their sexuality means nothing. People are interesting. People are crazy. People are amazing. People aren’t boring at all.
If they were, why the hell would we write stories about them?
It really grinds my gears when someone says I’m not really an asexual or mock/slander/question gray asexuality or use the term “actually asexual”.
I think the term gray asexual is a very necessary and valid term to describe those of us who infrequently/rarely experience sexual…
Thanks for pointing this out. I was under the impression that the “actuallyasexual” tag was to avoid trolls in the asexual tag, and that was always the meaning with which I used it. I hope no one was offended! I’m just trying to reach as many people as possible. :-)
I found some interesting entries in my college diary. This one, dated 11/7/08, reads: “I want to find someone who I really love in every way. The problem that I anticipate is that as soon as something becomes sexual I immediately draw away. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I think I’m sexually repressed or something. I don’t know if the best way to deal with it is to go out and have a lot of random sex to figure out what is going on, or to try and get into one relationship where I can work through all these issues with someone. Then again, I’m in a relationship with xxx right now, and that isn’t happening.”
I really want to give my college self a really tight hug, and say sweetie you’re not broken, you’re asexual.
My favorite response to coming out: “thank you for telling me”.
Approval is wonderful, curious questions are good, declarations of support are awkward but well-meant. But, in my opinion, nothing beats gratitude. It’s a humble recognition of the courage that it took for you to share something intimate with them.