#is this how allos feel so much of the time???? how do you cope damn

[daz4i]

bro being in love is wack i think i listened to lay all your love on me by abba like 10 times in the last 3 days alone

[a-prosesoul]

Aro Storytime

Content will include mentions of the Following:

Aphobia, Aro Erasure? Slytherin Phobia, Amatonormativity and all of the emotions that accompany existential contemplation and dread. And in a most likely very flippant manner - because most likely bad coping mechanisms. Idek.

Proceeding? Proceed.

I am not quite sure where to start the story but I do know where I am ending it. So I'll start in the middle. Media Res is always the safest point to jump in at according to Creative Writing Teachers everywhere.

Today, I was called a Slytherin.

I have always been a very loud and proud Ravenclaw. And no one has ever question that or thought otherwise. I took three years of Japanese in two during high school. I have strong opinions on Travel Guides due to personal research on such. I love John Wick for being a Modern Take on such styles as the ancient Epics. The games that I play are JRPGs which feature time travel and otaku culture. I flinch when people say Manga wrong because the American accent does the word no favors. I currently have link on the homescreen of my phone to an academic paper about amatonormative masculinity in the modern bond films.

When in doubt - to the research.

In short, I am a nerd.

But in the same moment that I was offended - I also found that maybe there was ground to agree with them.

And, I mean, at first, I swore it off. Like, yeah I am a bit rougher around the edges these days - I have been thrown off a few cliffs. That doesn't make me a completely different person. I am still a Ravenclaw.

I am nothing else.

But then it hit me? Like I’ve kinda been a bitch lately IRL. Like just, not as pandering just because I want to be liked. In short, I was a floor mat as well as a nerd. So that had changed.

So, I mean, that’s generally considered the air of a Slytherin.

Slytherins - Cunning. You know what that means? Research. Intelligence.

So, I mean, the Ravenclaw notes got that.

And that leaves me with proud - am I proud and ambitious like a Slytherin?

I mean, I’m queer. We have a whole month dedicated to pride. 

Jokes aside.

When I first realized that I was asexual, I hid in a closet. I was comfortable there, and I am not proud of how I acted initially under that label - but I also hadn’t found my pride yet. I let the world tell me to see myself as broken and inexperienced and in a sense mute on my own experiences. I let it define that first year or so being ace.

And then, I realized just what being straight meant, and the world’s lines about me being broken rung a little weaker. Kiddos toy around with genitals, teens have crushes and adults have wet dreams. I’ve never had any. Unless we count the one dream where - I think it was Mulan? idek - laid on my back and breathed on my neck as we slept on my bed in fuzzy PJ’s eased into that deeper layer of dream sleep by the buzz of a television. But it was indeed very, very dry.

I was asexual, and I found a back bone. I grew some pride.

And some cunning - I had to figure out when I come out, how to explain it and what it meant for myself.

Then, when I realized what others meant by romance, and how that attraction was similar to sexual and so different from my own? How I just felt attracted to certain people and wanted them to like me, accept me, befriend me? 

I had always been told to marry your best friend.

Now I realized that they mean a tri cord rope isn’t easily broken. The more attraction, the more there is to a base, the more stable the relationship will be.

I felt lied to. Hurt, betrayed, and - now I am ambitious. 

Because I want Amatonormativity to burn. I want my platonic affection to be worth a damn, and I want to feel comfortable enough with my lack of desire to mingle with Allos. I want to be able to Pass. I want so much more now then I’ve ever wanted before, and I want it for myself. 

So, now, at this the end of the day, I’ve come to realize the truth.

Slowly slipping from betwist my fingers was the Raven, and now?

All I’ve got is a Crawley.

Who I would much call Crowley. ‘Cause I mean, come on. What sort of a name is Crawley any ways for a snake?

‘Cause good grief - I’ve always been way more hyped over Good Omens then I’ve ever been over Harry Potter.

Coming this Friday to Amazon Prime. Let us cheer in the Queerest month with the Queerest Pair.