Inspirations
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This came out of my mind, from my dreams, only yesterday (2023-11-02). I immediately adopted it as my new motto.
I’m being totally honest with you all. I am an asexual. I came out an unbelievably long time ago. The term did not exist in common parlance back then. Bisexuality was almost unheard-of. People were either straight or they were gay. Women were either straight or they were lesbians.
And both gay men and lesbians were surrounded by hideous stereotypes and deep suspicion from the public, brainwashed as they were by the troglodytic media of the day - a media which has not been able to move forwards for almost fifty years, and still looks to be mired in a cruel, thick, blinkered, fascistic miasma of loathing and hatred.
Aces were a total unknown back then. We existed, but we didn’t even have a name for us. All that people knew was that some people were just not interested in other people. Any other people, at all.
This is one of several times throughout my life that I’ve nailed my colours to the mast. I just feel the need to remind people that aces exist, that we are valid, and that while some of us do enjoy dating, we are fundamentally uninterested in The Game, that whole sex thing.
Some of us are aromantic asexuals, not even remotely interested in romance, relationships, dating, any of those rituals. It just looks so tasteless. Base.
One way of spotting us aces is to see how we respond to advertising. So much advertising is based on sex. Buy this product, and women will flock to you. Buy that product and you’ll attract men from all over.
If you asked an ace to look at an advert, there is a strong possibility their reaction will be bafflement. Puzzlement. Bemusement. They won’t get that the pull of the advert, the appeal to sexual arousal, is what sells the product. If they don’t get the pull, the ad will make no sense to them.
The same goes for news and politics. You may see some hot woman on the screen, but we see some person saying repugnant things, and wonder how she can say something evil and fascistic with a totally straight face.
You have no idea how ugly some people can be. We hear the words, and we see and hear ugliness. We’re not swamped by desire. We can see the truth, and it’s appalling.
So this is us. Aces. This is who I am. What I am.
Cold in the streets, and cold in the sheets.