#aspec/aspect

[imlikereallycool]

Idk how ppl can ever be confused about being aegosexual/romantic/familial/platonic. Like, its bassically liking a villain character that murders ppl without mercy, or a horrible character with the worst personality traits in the world but would you still like them irl? No i dont think so, so just replace the person with a relationship of anytype its that easy.

[tobercat]

aro/ace themed valentine's day teddy bears ^^ because i just recently found out i might be arospec but also just cuz like..... why not

[love-ardour-anarchism]

shoutout to the person with the aro ace painted bottlecaps I met on the bus last week, I totally blanked on the fact I could ask you to exchange some kind of contact information and this is about a zero percent chance to reach you but it was really cool talking to you + I'm also aro/ace

[maggoteatz]

sick of hearing "you'll find the right person someday" whenever i tell someone im asexual

or either they reply with "WHATTT?? SEGGS IS AWESOME YOU'RE CRAZY" these horny mfs 😔

[aspenonpawzzz]

SOMEONE !

MAKE AN ASPEC MAFIA SONG

[yellow0jello]

TIL TODAY I LEARNED

Asexual: doesn't feel sexual attraction, doesn't want sex.

Orchidsexual: feels sexual attraction, doesn't want sex

Cupiosexual: doesn't feel sexual attraction, wants sex

Orchid sexual and cupiosexual are complete opposites on the Asexuality spectrum.

SOMEONE MAKE A YIN YANG WITH THE ORCHID SEXUAL AND CUPIOSEXUAL FLAGS RIGHT THIS INSTANT.

[bi-chimneyy]

okay this may be what we call fanning the flames but genuine question, what would be the payoff if buddie were to go canon? like why would it be exciting? (I'd like actual opinions bc I'm curious)

[cabinetofotherthings]

Something I've noticed about online aspec spaces is that there's sometimes a tendency to frame certain experiences or identities as more widely discussed or accepted within those communities — and there are definitely cases where that's accurate — but I also think part of it is just that a lot of people come into these spaces (myself included) looking for people who share their experiences because they don't know many (or any) other aspecs in real life, and so the posts that they don't relate to might stand out more because they're adding on to the pile of unrelatable experiences that they already encounter in every day life.

[love-ardour-anarchism]

She’s never felt as queer and she has never felt like any label fit her

and since I was a child I have been seeking to explain the ways I’ve felt to put in words exactly how I’ve felt I’m unlike all the other kids at school, at church and later at the parties and I had to get drunk to tolerate that sharpest feeling in throat near everytime that someone does remind me that the way I feel is not the way most people do

despite my best and brightest efforts and despite my obsession that led me then to poetry as my idea of a career I’ve never felt that how I felt felt quite the way that others said they felt when speaking of their love, relationships, connection, sex and all these other things and all the normativty has made me feel alone like I’m unlike all of the others and now aged 28 I still don’t get what “romance” is and I’m not sure if aromantic is the way I feel cause I love all the things that people think are “romance” when stripped off their compulsive nature and off the normativity and I get lost for days and hours at a time just trying to define the ways I’ve felt but failing everytime

and since the day I gifted it last spring she's worn a rainbow pin with holding hands depicted there upon her jacket’s collar for everyone to see and I feel damn near drunk when we hold hands just walking down the street in public

when she and I first met she wasn't one for labels and I don't think she'll ever be but she has mentioned some along the way and when she says that she feels so unwomanly I cannot help but tear myself in two between the adoration I feel for the way she is and all she does and how she thinks and acts and walks and talks and all the pain I feel alike there in her place, to be unlike the way that people think you ought to be and to be seen in ways that they don’t think that you are meant to be and to see things in ways that they don’t think you’re meant to see

and last night we were walking, in freezing cold, in some forsaken and industrial place were going to the store to get me sober drinks to take back to a party that had none she said that she thinks her classmates know shes queer and I spoke of the way they looked at me when I said I’m her girlfriend

Much later we got home and sat and talked for hours heads resting on each others shoulders were speaking of the fears we'd faced together

and the next morning I found on my bathroom mirror written there in lipstick smudged yet clear two colors and four characters

I <3 U

and I don't think I've felt as queer as when she called herself the same and there my heart grew corvid wings the feathers black and white and grey and fluttered right away a magpie nesting in my throat my voice becomes so soft when I just speak of her

last night I cried and then we held each other I told her that I'm always seeking labels and she told me she knew am trying to define, find truth and rules and piece together who and what I truly am and all these words escape me and looking at me from inside that bathroom mirror is myself aged ten or so and in her eyes I see the fear that none will love me like I love Yet in her arms I'm babbling brook and wings with softest feathers am broken-bawling-sobbing, bold and brave, am breathing softly there bereft of my most infant fears I’m everything at once and I cannot explain but when she kissed my forehead I felt sunlight in the dark of night that I am everything at once and cannot explain and I cannot find words in order to contain

and looking at me with her gaze so soft and gay she asked me why I think I have to and I think that I felt attacked at first but in her arms I'm starting to believe that maybe I don't have to and we can simply feel the way we feel can live and love each other in ways that none but us will ever truly understand and that perhaps I'm capable of learning to feel just okay with that

.SCRR

[fallenrain40]

it makes me really upset how there are people who will attack shippers just for shipping something they don't like as much, but then when aspec people just try to tell others to respect aroace characters, we get treated like we are in the wrong...

saying "hey, aroace people don't feel attraction/when they do it can be a lot different, so maybe don't erase our experience?" is NOT AT ALL equal to "eww i dont like shiping cause i dont like it !1!!!1 >>:(" why don't you focus on the people that are actually causing problems instead of trying to tell aroace people how we should feel about our own representation? I think if you ask any aroace person, most of the time they will tell you yeah!! there isn't anything wrong with shipping!! but there IS something wrong with erasing queer identities that already get so overlooked in real life.

[aspec-mafia-official]

So it's almost pride month, and I want to do something on this blog (probably polls) but I don't have much of an idea what so if anyone has suggestions drop 'em in the DMS of my main @dread-is-decaying !

-Dread

[aspenonpawzzz]

GAYSS

I CAN'T FIND ANY BOTS IN THE ACE TAGS!

[sillymeowmeows]

It's so funny how every single one of my Acespec friends (Including me lol) Has some of the dirtiest minds and will constantly make dirty jokes. If you don't think we will all absolutely vibe to Ayesha Erotica your wrong, Happy pride to all my other lovely Acespec people! <3

[love-ardour-anarchism]

i'm def some kind of aromantic and definitely demisexual and ace

but i'm also someone who feels love so deeply that i just cannot help but write "romantic" poetry like the literary period like "poetry about how my heart aches for all the ones I love" like "I love you, my friend, my closest heart companion, and you mean to me as much as any person ever could" like "romanticizing friendship", platonic love, community AND any kind of attachment i don't know, maybe i like kissing and i like calling you my darling dearest, i'm not sure if thats romantic and its okay for me that you do see it that way but to me its all ambigous

[theshalesky]

How far would you go for someone you love?

How far would you go for someone you once loved? How far would you go for someone who ruined your life?

A long time ago, she loved them. She was young and stupid and innocent, and still believed the world was a good place. She had a job and a friend and a father, and why would anything disturb that peace?

Then she met her. A bright and flaming blaze, so full of life, full of beautiful chaos. They convinced her to join this life: A night at the tavern, ending with a broken window and all the plates shattered against the wall. The next night outside in the cold streets, decorating the walls of stangers' houses with stolen paint. Every night ending with her wiping the dirt and the blood from her lover's face. She didn't enjoy the destruction like Azari did, but when she saw her eyes light up with that beautiful burning joy, it was all worth it. She could have lived like that forever.

Until she couldn't. Every day, as Azari chose the chaos again and again instead of simply choosing her, she felt the flame in her own heart fading. Every morning, her lover sound asleep in their bed, she sat at the window with her guitar. She stared into the distant night and waited for a song that didn't come. For months, the music inside her had been silent.

In the end, it was Azari who told her to leave. Who told her they could never love her like she deserved to be loved. And she felt it too, felt that neither of them could make the other whole anymore. So she left. And then there was emptiness.

Had there been light in her life before that fire? Even if it had been there before, now, there was nothing left. Nothing to warm her. Nothing inside of her - that was the real problem. Because her life had stayed the same. She had her father and her work, and also her friend, to some extent. She even found a new lover, a starry night that gave her comfort. But nothing more. She had fallen out of love once, and now she was incapable of feeling it again. Azari had taken away her ability to love. For a while, she tried existing despite it - despite the nagging feeling that there was now something wrong with her, something broken in the fabric of her soul.

But living like this just wasn't possible. She had to cut all the ties, destroy what had destroyed her so she could glow again. So she went to their house, and she burned it to the ground.

That was a few months before she decided to travel to hell for them.

[song-writer-melo-wrath]

"We need more weird queer people" First of all, we've been here the entire time, second of all,

[vibrating]

Okay. I have an NSFW blog, right? And this is my main blog. I specifically created that account because there are both minors and sex-negative asexual people who follow me. As someone on the ace/aro spectrum myself, I also find my thoughts around this sort of stuff to be complex enough to warrant a separate space.

The thing is, the reasons for creating that blog makes me Schrodinger's weird queer.

On the one hand, you'll have purity culture say that I shouldn't say anything even vaguely NSFW anywhere at all, that it's my responsibility to not expose anyone to that if they don't want to see that. You know, even if it's...important information. basically, "you're weird for having any thoughts like that in the first place"

On the other hand, you'll have people tell me that hey, freedom of expression on the internet is your right, and you are demonizing sex by putting it in another space separate from this one. you are implying thoughts of sex are bad. you're a coward. basically, "you're weird for putting sexual thoughts on a different thing"

And yet, it's a venn diagram, with the middle being "you're weird for creating an NSFW blog"

If I'm aro/ace, then I'm weird for being aro/ace. If I express queer attraction, I'm weird for expressing queer/attraction. Either way I am weird. That's just for one particular facet. We're not even getting into stuff like gender identity here.

So maybe "we should have more weird queer people" should come with the realization that many queer people are still seen as weird in multiple different ways. even if they're not weird to you, they're weird to someone.