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This is the best string of posts that's ever come across my dash.

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u challenge the idea of amatonormativity and alloromanticism being the norm even slightly and alloromantics get really upset bc they're not used to even the slightest bit of pushback on their beliefs about romance bc of how culturally ingrained it is. like aros aren't coming for ur dream of personally having one (1) partner you're legally bound to for ur whole life you're still not only allowed to do that but encouraged to do that by literally the entirety of society. if the idea that that might not be an innate desire and might be socially constructed somewhat upsets u that's a u problem

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Hope this woman's bed acquires a vortex in the middle and swallows her whole tonight never to be seen again.

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I want to lie down in the grass metaphorically too. That’s modern life. You don’t get to lie down in the fields or frolick about plucking flowers whilst you contemplate your life’s most significant decisions. You must still keep living under it. It’s been forever, living with this half chewed spit laden feeling of looking for something. Just one last thing to get me turned up to 10, one more song to shake me up, one more guilty bite of a useless boring snack.

Coming out and living out has become a child’s play now. I care very less for reactions these days. Anything is fine. The confidence perhaps comes from the fact that I’ve never had bad experiences. Forever, I’ve lived the timeline of a teenager wrong. Experiencing phases earlier than my peers, hence left all alone by myself in their face. Each one was very short lived too. The 8th grade mania, the youtube fanfiction thing, the erratic rebellion, the troubled contemplation. Everything swept by me earlier than those my age. Never was I synced up.

Living among admittedly kind and nurturing girls, I’ve learnt how to get by in straight groups too. The looking, admiring, lusting(?) from different worlds mingle, as they pour their hearts out about movie stars, characters, random people, and I sit listening locked in on the movement of their features, eyes, nose, lips. I look at people. And I swear to god (/figurative, not a believer), as much as I love to be playful with my motivations, it’s never beyond purely aesthetic rapture. (I can’t guarantee it’s all innocent, but it is all just a game. Always.) Girls are the only people I can comfortably look at, and I most definitely seized the opportunity living in such close proximity to so many wonderful ones. I try to bring in awareness whenever I can. I’m learning little by little how that works. Microdosing radical outlooks, existences, expressions, regarding gender and sexuality. These are people I’ll never meet again. Probably the most consistent and fantastic aro fantasy of mine~ spending quality time with people who you know with a 100% certainty you’ll never meet again. The knowledge empowers me to spill, no filters, no risks of anyone dragging anything out, no commitments. A little sample for me to try and live as the person I’m internally hyping myself to be. Imagining myself as, in the future. A little test run, that’s completely safe, in a racetrack with clear demarcations. Maybe it’s the truest form of life. Without the internet. Forced to rely on each other for solace and sanity, organic entertainment. I know exactly what it means to say humans are social creatures now. I’m still the same. Except in all the ways i’ve changed. I’m still aromantic, aplatonic, loveless and extremely exhausted in a world that will never be on my wavelength. But because I don’t care for any other world except mine, I get on just fine. Minor scratches aside. 

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Firstly. halo beloved aros, i haven't been here in soo long. lool if at all it seems like i'm a personality on here, me not at all. imagine i'm talking to myself. Anywho. for those who dint parse it yet (no ones looking:P) I'm from India, and haha, I was away for entrance coaching lol. in a dorm, livin amongst people -girls, to be precise (who are straight as a needle)- other than my parents. soo, i am even farther still out at the sea with my usual conventional behaviors. (pretty much been away from all devices and internet for nearly a year, uh except for when i visit home obv) I hope to post tho! Lots has occurred, first time being an aro in the wild. out of school and all that. I try to come out to as many people as i can (it's my favorite past time :D gauging reactions, explaining a little then leaving them to it), so on. i see bl has been doin just well, aah /lh makes me proud.

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Very important pal i conversed with, asked me if this blog would ever 'not unexist' lmao, whether I'd be posting now that I'm home (for a couple of days only might I add) and I guess yep. Now that I think about it. I do have lots to say on here

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It’s wild to me to see transvestigator conspiracy theories online that could be so easily explained by natural human variation. That woman has a deep voice? Yeah, sometimes they do. A woman has broad shoulders?? Maybe she plays rugby or hits the gym a fuckton. There’s a “bulge” in her tight pants?? Maybe her vulva is just fat. All the “markers” of trans woman that transvestigators use to harass any woman aren’t even things unique to trans women.

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you know the thing about The Menu (2022) is that so many people came out of it being like "haha eat the rich" and yeah, sure, but really the chef's issue wasn't with the rich people, I mean he hated them and wanted them dead yes, but his issue was that he had let the world of ambition take him so far from the joy of cooking that he once felt, from the art that he loved to make, because he let himself chase status and exclusivity, when really he could have been making his art for everyone, at a certain point he did not need to be cooking for rich people he could have found people who appreciated his food because they loved food, he could have leaned into the art he loved instead of the art he was expected to make with the set dressing he was expected to make it in, and that is a critique of capitalism, but it's not an "eat the rich" type critique, it's not just rich people who have had their relationship to art changed by capitalism, we all have in one way or another, think about the phrase "consuming content", we are consuming, not savoring, and what does it mean to be an artist when being an artist means being a content creator, being consumed, and what artistic principles can you really afford to have when you need to make money to live, but what principles will you forget to pick back up when you have the money, how far gone from yourself do you have to be to no longer be able to go back? What does it mean when you haven't cooked a burger for yourself, for your friends, for someone who loves a burger, because you're always, only cooking for those who can afford you? What do you cook for yourself? Do you savor it? What art do you make when no one's watching? Can you still make art when no one's watching?

but the other thing about The Menu (2022) is that they literally don't eat the rich people. Look at me. They do not eat the rich people they are all burned alive, guests and staff, and that's Different

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finished all of love in the big city in the span of 24 hours and oh wow. wow. like. everyone will have their own little message to take away from it. and so, personally, like. god. go young is just so lonely. so so lonely. and its such a relatable, universally felt loneliness that in particular queer adults feel. and yeah love is nice and all, and it was fleeting and a whirlwind and it came and it went. but that loneliness? stayed. and even when he is with one of the several people he loves, there are moments in the show where you just feel how lonely he is, even then. how on opposite ends he and the guy he is with are. how empty everything is. and that emptiness and loneliness stays with him, like kylie, in seoul and in bangkok. in the clubs in itaewon surrounded by strangers or in the hospital next to his dying mum. it doesn't matter where he is in the world or who he is with, that loneliness and emptiness is always there. and maybe that will never go away and won't ever leave him and he may never heal. and. i don't know. i don't know. all i know is that loneliness go young has? i understood and felt it completely.

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an aromantic person is someone who (fill in the blank here) // april 10 2024

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I'm always taken aback when someone asks me if I have a boyfriend because I've convinced myself so much that people perceive me as a sexless entity roaming the mortal world in search of something incomprehensible that I'm surprised the people around me see me as like.... a cishet

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People said that Tumblr isn't a great place to post original art that isn't fanart, but I'm doing it anyway because I haven't got the motivation to draw anything else

Happy pride month lads! 🧡💛🤍💙

from an aroace potato :)

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Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.

I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻

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oh hey btw, apparently tumblr mobile now has an option to report ads for having flashing lights, if you click the three dots in the top right corner it should show up. not sure how long thats been there but i dont remember it being there at least a few months back, i would venture to guess it came with the recent update but shrug. fucking ridiculous that they cant just not put flashing ads in our faces in the first place, but at least this is an option.

people who dont have issues with flashing lights are allowed and encouraged to reblog

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I hate that when I announce that I'm aro, but not ace, people are like "yes fuck nasty I respect it 😏😏" like okay girl sure I do that but do you think I don't experience longing for human connection ? You heard non/aromantic and thought "wow, you must be so good with one night stands no emotional attachment whatsoever". Like no, I still (and you're not gonna believe this guys) care about the people I may or may not sleep with ?? Hello ??

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do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.