#Asexuality the idea that a kid identifying as asexual is Bad sounds Stupid to me. There might be some cases but usually the issue is

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i think we gotta start addressing how kids find out about sex and porn specifically at very early ages in a Normal way. Like personal experience I think i wouldve grown up with a much healthier relationship to the idea of sex if, knowing I was exposed to porn, I and friends my age with similar experiences were taught NOT that WE had fucked up and done something wrong, but rather that while it wasn't Good that we were exposed to it, it wasn't something wrong with us. I think emphasizing that exposure to porn isn't Bad bc it's Bad but rather bc it teaches Stupid Stuff helps not only take away the stigma of addressing the fact we knew about age inappropriate materials, but also helps address bad lessons (like y'know. How often consent is fucking demolished) and makes it less... Rebellious. Because "I know about SEX" feels Cool when you think adults are dumb, and genuinely I think having the message "porn is fucking stupid" definitely makes it... Less appealing? Also while I use porn generally, I want to be clear that I support sex workers. They generally have better practices than y'know. Pornsites and hentai. And also take Actual Measures to try and prevent Children from seeing their shit.

Also, just to clarify, my perspective is someone who was exposed to sex and pornography at a young age, by thankfully was surrounded by adults who were like. Normal for the most part (but didn't offer me any real... avenues to understand what I had been exposed to). I think being told "yeah, sex is a thing that happens (and you aren't disgusting or doing something wrong by knowing about it), but a lot of the stuff you see is not good or realistic" would've kept me a lot safer than just "DONT look at naked people"

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Transcendence AU Christmas fic -- Home for the Holidays

AO3 For the Gravity Falls @transcendence-au -- this is probably not a good starter fic if you’re not familiar with this. Go to the blog linked here and look at their “summary” tab to get started on this fantastic AU!

Summary:

Holidays aren't always easy. Families aren't always as accepting as they should be. Dipper receives a summons on Christmas from someone who needs to go home and get away from their family.

Warning for discussion of aphobia. Also warning for demonic summoning, which is completely normal for this AU.

Christmas day tended to be a rather low-traffic day for summoning, which was fine by Dipper. Sure, he got the occasional request to un-cook an overcooked meal or to help with a really, really last-minute gift need, but he usually only had two or three small requests for the entire day. Apparently, even most cultists took a day off for Christmas. Who knew?

So, Dipper was minding his own business (currently between Mizar incarnations and not particularly close with any niblings… so he had the day to himself, really) when a summons that felt distinctly desperate came in – not “I burned the turkey” desperate or “I forgot to get Aunt Matilda a gift” desperate; rather, some honest-to-goodness “I’m about to die” kind of desperate. Dipper hesitated, but his curiosity won out, so he warily answered the summons by simply popping into the air above the circle, skipping most of his usual theatrics. “Who dares summon Alcor the Dreambender,” he said mechanically, more as a tagline than an actual question.

The figure in front of Alcor blinked in surprise, looking unnerved at the lack of theatrics. They were pretty short, but they looked to be about twenty years old. “Um… hi. My name is… um… wait, do chosen names count as True Names? No, no, that’s a stupid question to ask a demon. Um…”

“I don’t need your name,” Dipper said dismissively. “I just need to know what you want from me. Why are you summoning a demon on Christmas day, exactly?”

“I… need to get home. Now.” They looked up at Dipper, making eye contact with him. Their brown eyes held Dipper’s gaze steadily despite how much Dipper’s eyes usually unnerved mortals.

Dipper raised an eyebrow. “Why? Why do you need me for this?”

They fidgeted with the hem of their sweater as they answered, “Right now, I’m at my parents’ house, with extended family, and… I knew this would be a mistake, but they insisted I come…” Their eyes looked over Dipper’s form searchingly. “I’ve… heard that you identify as asexual.”

The non-sequitur caught Dipper so off guard that he snorted, choked on his own saliva, and coughed up glitter. “I’m sorry, what?”

The kid at least had the decency to look concerned, but they pressed on. “My family doesn’t believe that asexuality is real,” they explained. “Or aromanticism, for that matter. They think I just haven’t ‘met the right person yet’. It was bad enough when I was only dealing with my parents, but then they brought it up as… as some kind of joke at the dinner-table, and…” They closed their eyes and sighed, and their expression clearly demonstrated their emotional pain.

Dipper had never personally dealt with much aphobia, but, well, he knew what it was like to have a family that didn’t understand him. He could sympathize with this kid. “Alright, so you clearly need to get out of here.”

The kid looked up with hope in their eyes. “Y-yeah, yeah I do. If I can just get back to my apartment…”

Dipper nodded. “I can do that. What are you willing to pay?”

They winced, apparently not looking forward to trying to answer this question.

“How about I take the dinner leftovers and all of the pies?” Dipper suggested.

The kid looked back up at him. “Uh, sure, but those aren’t really mine to offer…”

Dipper waved away the comment. “Semantics. Trust me, it’ll work as payment, and it will leave your family confused and in disarray when they go to serve dessert only to find that all of the pies are gone.”

They cracked a small smile. “Alright, sounds good to me.”

“Is that a deal?” Dipper held out a hand wreathed in blue flames, though he kept the flames to a minimum.

Hesitating somewhat, the kid carefully stated, “You’ll get me safely to my apartment, immediately, in one piece, in the same condition as when I am now, and in exchange, you get all of my family’s dinner leftovers and all of the pies. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Deal.” They accepted Dipper’s hand. Instantly, Dipper teleported with the kid to the location he could see in the kid’s mind – home. The two of them materialized in a small but decent studio apartment that was slightly decorated for the holidays. It looked cozy, but also a little lonely. Dipper thought about them spending the rest of the day alone here…

“Do you want one of the pies?” Dipper blurted out.

The kid looked up at Dipper, clearly surprised. “Uh… sure? What will it cost me?”

Dipper hesitated, but he finally mumbled, “…let me hang out with you for a bit?”

They blinked a few times in surprise before they shrugged. “Sure, I guess. Got nothing better to do. Want to play a game? I have a copy of What Could Go Wrong: The Board Game, vintage edition.”

“Really?” Dipper asked, both in response to the game and this kid’s blasé reaction to the demon’s request to hang out.

“Yeah. It’s a lot of fun.” They offered Dipper a little half-smile. “Us aces have to stick together, right?”

Dipper had never quite understood the idea of ‘pride’, of feeling such connection and community with someone purely on the basis of having the same sexual or romantic orientation as someone else. But, in this moment, he thought he had an idea. He mirrored their smile. “Right.”

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Open letter to men and women. Trigger warning I guess?

Like I said, I don't know if this is a trigger or not, I don't usually care what a trigger is but, I want open discussion on this so I may as well put a warning there just in case. This may also just sound like rambling but there are a few things I feel that guys and girls need to talk about, get over, and/ or need to learn to do. Let's just list off these things real quick, hopefully I'll hit all of them but I might not because it's 3:40 in the morning. 1.) Feelings 2.) sex and slut shaming 3.) honesty 4.) love and romance 5.) depression Alright, the first subject: feelings. This is an odd one to talk about because I'm so blunt I let everyone know how I feel but, again, I learned that at a young age. But most men haven't. So ladies, or those who identify as female, you have to understand something about men: we have been programmed at a young age to NOT show our feelings. That if we talked about it or if we showed them we were somehow less than men. And if your like, "Well whatever, just unlearn it?" We can't. Even now, as I wear my heart on my sleeve, it's very hard to do. We've been taught that we have to be this giant pile of steel that doesn't bend or break. Now, men, or those who identify as male, we have to learn to break free of that shit. Because it is literally killing us. The stress from holding in your feelings wears down on you both physically and emotionally and will kill you if you don't learn to open up. Your partner will be there for you, (Theyd FUCKING better be), and they will help you through it. Women? Remember, it will take time. They'll get it eventually but they need to learn to open up and bare their soul to you. They'll be hesitant, scared, and jumpy, but they'll get it eventually. How do we solve this issue? We teach our children better. We teach them it's okay to talk about their feelings, and that it's okay to listen. 2.) sex and slut shaming. This is one I kinda understand, but it still pisses me off. Sex NEEDS TO BE TALKED ABOUT. It's a healthy subject because you learn so much by talking about it. Sometimes it's better to just cuddle and talk about things like that. It's not some taboo bullshit, men and women like sex (most do, though for asexuals and abuse victims I can understand why you wouldn't I have friends who are abuse victims and we've had talks about that subject). Now, personally, I understood slut shaming at a young age but now it pisses me off. Why on EARTH WOULD A MAN SHAME A WOMAN WHO LIKES SEX???? Now that I'm a sexually active adult I just DONT. FUCKING. GET IT. I asked a few men why it's 'shameful' to be a 'slut' and I always get a variation on this argument, and it goes something like this, "Well would you want a lock that opens up with every key that gets inside of it?" This is fucking stupid for two reasons: One. WOMEN ARE HUMANS BEINGS. NOT LOCKS. Two. The analogy itself doesn't make sense. A lock is their to protect something. If a women was a lock what would she be protecting? I don't fucking know? Then, I realized something. Guys like inexperienced women cause they can't tell what bad sex feels like... I'm not Adonis. I'm 280 pounds, I have a belly, and I'm not great at sex. That's why I like experienced women, because they can teach me things I didn't know before. It's different from woman to woman and you get to know new things along the way. Experienced women make inexperienced men better. Just accept you aren't a sex god, learn, and get better. (Quick example, I've learned while I'm not amazing with my dick, I'm good with my hands and mouth. Sex isn't just thrust, thrust, boom, fall asleep, there's other things that go along with it and an experienced woman helped me learn this. You know who you are if you're reading this, thank you btw.) Seriously, stop slut shaming. If anything you should be thanking those 'sluts' for existing to help your petty ass get laid. (Rant over, I'm sorry if it got weird.) How to solve this: create a new name for 'sluts' AND teach your children (when they come of age) that sex isn't taboo, it's a normal subject, and it's okay to like it. (Quick ideas for new names for 'sluts'; the naughty priestess, cultured women of the dark crafts, and 'YES MISTRESS' all some to mind. Feel free to add your own.) Next subject, Honesty. As we grow up we have to be more honest with two people: ourselves and each other. This is a.. ranty subject for me, because... ladies, gentlemen... this is not a romance novel. This isn't a tv show. This is real life. Stop throwing 'hints' and just be honest with each other. If you like someone. TELL THEM. Don't throw hints out, expecting them to get it, and get pissed off at them when they don't. You are an adult, act like one and be honest. Now don't be creepy about it, just sit down, have a talk with them, and be honest. If you don't like them like that, be honest. If you do like them? Be honest. Just be honest ffs. I'm tired of romance being long and drawn out or some shit. Do you know why tv and movies are like that? Views. No one gives a fuck about your love life. Be honest, get married, have kids/ fur babies/ scale babies. It's not hard. Find your best friend, fuck em, marry em. And on the subject: Love and romance. Like I said before, this isn't a movie. Or tv. This is real life. No one falls in love, real love, at first sight. You don't realize it all at once, you realize it over months, maybe years. Maybe it's the way they smile, or the cute way they snore at night, or it's when you realize that they look like crap in the morning but they're still the most beautiful thing on this planet. Maybe it's when you get up early and make breakfast for two instead of just one, or when you're shopping you get the things they need without even asking them. Or it's when you realize you care about them more than you care about yourself. I lost that. I was young, and stupid, but I had to put an end to it because she had a full life ahead of her and I just gave up on myself... and I don't want to see anyone else go through that. We were honest with each other. I loved the sound of her snoring as she laid on my chest, I loved her smile, her laugh, they way she looked as she was cooking and I was playing with her dog to stop the pupper from knocking her over for food.... but I was stupid. I wanted to die. I wasn't completely honest. So, I figured to spare her from that I would ruin everything, make her hate me, so I could... die. Alone. And she wouldn't have to go through that. Thankfully, I didn't. But, the damage was done and I can't even forgive myself for what I did. So, please, take my advice. Take your time, be honest, don't judge someone for what they like and don't. Please, don't, ever give up. Don't. There are people out there who love you and would die for you, so please, talk to someone and get help. Depression doesn't go away when you find love, it stays and it eats at you and makes you do stupid shit. So please, for fucks sake, be honest and get help, or try and help someone by talking to them and convincing them to get help. I'm sorry if this got... too personal. But I figure the earlier people Learn to be honest with each other, and themselves, the better. Have I recovered from depression, yes, but I still have trouble forming relationships because of what I did. I'm very much alive and happy, I'm alone but not lonely, and I'm trying to start a business... so... just remember; keep fighting, because tomorrow can always be a better day. Anxiety, depression, they'll both try to kick you down and ruin what you have... but they win the moment you let them. There are two wolves inside of you. A light wolf, and a dark wolf, and their fighting. The one that wins is the one you feed. Someone loves you, you are valid, get help as soon as you can. Because that dark wolf? It doesn't ask permission to feed. It takes, and it takes, and takes until it's cleaned your bones. You have to give that light wolf all you have and then some to win, but when you do? You will have the ability to become so much more than you think you are. If you stayed till the end, thank you. Feel free to reply, share, copy and paste, or edit. I welcome it. Just... don't use it to make someone else feel like shit. Use it to help them, to tell them that there will be a better tomorrow and that you will help them because they are loved. And sometimes, you need help. So don't be ashamed to ask for it. It's nothing to be ashamed of.