Ace of Cupcakes

Ace of Cupcakes

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edviperisghey:

charlesoberonn:

For a friend who had troubles keeping track of the different sexual orientations. Sorry for not including all of them, I included the most common ones.

The illustration for Poly, Bi and Omni are just examples, of course.

HOLY SHIT THIS MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE

I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS THANK YOU

ALSO I THINK THIS MEANS I’M POLYSEXUAL? I DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHATEVER M8

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Because we live in such a monogamy-centered society, it makes sense that many people can only conceive of non-monogamy in what ultimately still amounts to monogamous terms. There is a common misconception that a polyamorous relationship is really no different from an open-relationship agreement: one committed couple, with some lighthearted fun on the side. But the word “polyamory,” by definition, means loving more than one. Many of us have deeply committed relationships with more than one partner, with no hierarchy among them and no core “couple” at the heart of it all. To me, this notion that there must be one more important relationship, one true love, feels a lot like people looking at same-sex couples and thinking that one person must be the “man” in the relationship and the other must be the “woman.” After all, both of these misunderstandings result from people trying to graft their normative conceptions of love and relationships onto people who are partnering in non-normative ways. It seems that it is somewhat easy for many people to acknowledge that humans are capable of loving one person and still enjoying sex with others (assuming, of course, that the terms of their relationship make such behavior acceptable). But it is much harder for people to think outside the fairy-tale notion of “the one” and imagine that it might be possible to actually romantically love more than one person simultaneously.

Polyamorous Relationships Are About More Than Just Couples | Angi Becker Stevens (via hobbitkaiju)

Fucking this

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  1. southpawscopic said: Your feels are valid. If you wanna talk to a therapist, do so. If that’s not your cuppa tea, that’s fine too! You’re not the only one who has feels like that, though. And you could still have a platonic partner even if you’re aro?

i probably wouldn’t talk to them about being aro tbph (though i think it would help with the general depression/anxiety)

I’d love a platonic partner, but that’s where the anxiety comes in - 98% of my friends are straight and the 2% queer people I know are still allo (bi/pan, to be specific). so it’s my brain making the irrational steps to “you’ll die alone” even though I know it’s not true.

also thank you for ace/aro tumblr community, because it’s fucking awesome.

Filed under that is all southpawscopic you're awesome btw and basically perfect

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“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.
     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s
     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
19 seconds
18 seconds
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 
10 seconds
9 seconds
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something. ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her. ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds. She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds. ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere. The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.  I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace. I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief. ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art. 4 seconds He spots her. 3 seconds His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. 2 seconds My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him. 1 second - ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 
 The numbers have never changed.
 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

What if you met your soulmate at a young age, and the timer didn’t think you were ready?I dragged her around the mall. I couldn’t sit still. She laughed at how nervous I was, with my timer having less then 2 minutes counting down. I had insisted she come with me to calm my nerves, she was my best friend, after all. “Calm down cutie!” She ruffled my hair."H-hey no!" I protest, trying to put all the strands back into place. "I gotta look my best! This is my big moment, you know". I glanced around nervously, eyes scanning the crowd, looking for anyone who might be fretting about their timer. I saw no one out of place. 30 seconds to go. She looked down at me, seeing me distressed."Don’t worry", she reassured. "Some guy, or girrrlll", she teased, winking at me, "is going to come running up to you and you’ll forget you ever worried!" She gave my arm a friendly squeeze, her scarf tied around her wrist tickling my arm. She hated looking at it, and had worn it since I had met her, 3 years ago. I take another glance down at my wrist, and freeze up.3.2…1………..The timer beeps.I hear a beeping behind me, and I whip around. No one is there except my best friend. I start having a panic attack, wondering where the beeping came from. Where could my soul mate be? In my panic attack, I failed to notice my best friend slowly unwrap her wrist, and glance at her timer.It was at 0.

okay but the start at 0 is basically how i feel about being aromantic

the-dragons-thoughts:

xxarcane:

youremybrandnewday:

sp0tlessmiind:

tiptreecrossing:

livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
 ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
 ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
 She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
 ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.

 The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old. 
 I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.

 I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
 ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
 4 seconds
 He spots her.
 3 seconds
 His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
 2 seconds
 My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
 1 second -
 ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

What if you met your soulmate at a young age, and the timer didn’t think you were ready?

I dragged her around the mall. I couldn’t sit still. She laughed at how nervous I was, with my timer having less then 2 minutes counting down. I had insisted she come with me to calm my nerves, she was my best friend, after all. “Calm down cutie!” She ruffled my hair.

"H-hey no!" I protest, trying to put all the strands back into place. "I gotta look my best! This is my big moment, you know". I glanced around nervously, eyes scanning the crowd, looking for anyone who might be fretting about their timer. I saw no one out of place. 30 seconds to go. She looked down at me, seeing me distressed.

"Don’t worry", she reassured. "Some guy, or girrrlll", she teased, winking at me, "is going to come running up to you and you’ll forget you ever worried!" She gave my arm a friendly squeeze, her scarf tied around her wrist tickling my arm. She hated looking at it, and had worn it since I had met her, 3 years ago. I take another glance down at my wrist, and freeze up.
3.
2…
1………..
The timer beeps.
I hear a beeping behind me, and I whip around. No one is there except my best friend. I start having a panic attack, wondering where the beeping came from. Where could my soul mate be? In my panic attack, I failed to notice my best friend slowly unwrap her wrist, and glance at her timer.

It was at 0.

okay but the start at 0 is basically how i feel about being aromantic

(Source: illness-and-instruments, via laurelleavesagain)

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  1. southpawscopic said: If you ever wanna talk about it, I am here!

Thank you, you’re a sweetie, but it’s like… nothing new? And nothing I haven’t talked about before? It’s just sometimes I get into bad headspace and my brain is just stuck on things, and one of the recurring things is “no one likes you, you’re gonna die alone”. And being aromantic doesn’t… help that. It’s probably a big reason that I’m still sorta hanging onto the wtfromantic label, and so hesitant say I’m absolutely, irrevocably, aromantic. Anxiety. Whee!

Filed under i should probably just get over myself and get me to a therapist but so hard T_T anxiety tw depression tw self doubt tw southpawscopic

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koryos:

Eusociality and Other Sex-Free Lifestyles: Why Members of Sexual Species May Choose To Stay Chaste
Sometimes I hear people making derisive comments towards asexual individuals, something along the lines of how it goes against nature to never have sex, therefore something is horribly wrong with them, etc., etc.The specific plague I wish upon those people is an infestation of termites. Why termites? I’ll talk about that in a bit.
At one point highly social behavior presented kind of a paradox to the traditional, selfish-gene style evolutionary theory. Charles Darwin famously admitted that it was the social behavior of the bee that was going to bring down his entire construction, because most bees- nay, the vast majority of all individual bees spend all their times leading pious, sexless lives centered around helping one other bee reproduce. At the peak of the season, honeybee colonies can have 60,000 nonbreeding individuals- and just one sexually active queen.
Darwin, of course, did not yet know about genes, but he had an inkling that heredity was a clue- that by helping their relatives, the bees were actually helping themselves. Later scientists have filled in more of the gaps using modern molecular science, and yes, from a genetic standpoint, helping a relative is something like helping a piece of yourself.
But at what point does the value of helping close relatives outweigh the value of actually reproducing? That is a question biologists have been grappling with for quite a while. Because in the game of evolution, what matters isn’t how big your species’ population is- what matters is how many of those individuals share your genes.
Read more…

koryos:

Eusociality and Other Sex-Free Lifestyles: Why Members of Sexual Species May Choose To Stay Chaste

Sometimes I hear people making derisive comments towards asexual individuals, something along the lines of how it goes against nature to never have sex, therefore something is horribly wrong with them, etc., etc.

The specific plague I wish upon those people is an infestation of termites. Why termites? I’ll talk about that in a bit.

At one point highly social behavior presented kind of a paradox to the traditional, selfish-gene style evolutionary theory. Charles Darwin famously admitted that it was the social behavior of the bee that was going to bring down his entire construction, because most bees- nay, the vast majority of all individual bees spend all their times leading pious, sexless lives centered around helping one other bee reproduce. At the peak of the season, honeybee colonies can have 60,000 nonbreeding individuals- and just one sexually active queen.

Darwin, of course, did not yet know about genes, but he had an inkling that heredity was a clue- that by helping their relatives, the bees were actually helping themselves. Later scientists have filled in more of the gaps using modern molecular science, and yes, from a genetic standpoint, helping a relative is something like helping a piece of yourself.

But at what point does the value of helping close relatives outweigh the value of actually reproducing? That is a question biologists have been grappling with for quite a while. Because in the game of evolution, what matters isn’t how big your species’ population is- what matters is how many of those individuals share your genes.

Read more…

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rairii:

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theamericanavenger:

Okay guys this is kinda important. GQ just came in the mail and for the first time in a long while it had a really important article…

I just sat here for like the last half hour reading this and I’m incredibly appalled at our justice system in regards to the military. The article interviews about 23 men who have all been sexually assaulted in some branch of the military. The PTSD from sexual assault in the military is more prevalent than PTSD from combat…

If you have a chance I suggest reading this article…and the title is a quote that one of the victims Doctor told him…

Wow, that’s pretty horrible. I am also seriously confused because if you had asked me to list magazines that would ever have an article with serious content, I don’t think I’d have listed GQ. So I’m wondering if I massively misunderstood it.

I used to read GQ when I worked at a convenience store! It’s actually a pretty thoughtful magazine—you’d think it’d be kind of like ‘dude cosmo’ but it isn’t at all. They like to focus on stuff like communication, integrity, dressing and eating and exercising well, learning more about issues, stuff like that. In between like the celebrity and athlete and musician interviews they also bring in and talk to women, LGBT people, rights activists, scientists and politicians… I definitely recommend anyone to at least flip through an issue and try it out. It’s a good read.  

Huh, looks like I might give it a try

Wait you’re saying something for dudes has more content of depth than the equivalent for women? Shocking.

THAT SAID, that’s pretty cool. The only time male sexual assault victims get talked about is to derail convos about other sexual assault victims, so I’m REALLY REALLY glad a man’s space is talking about them… AND in something like GQ that is widely read and fairly respected.

Filed under okay so i'm bitter MRAs look at this shit this is what you should be doing also i would like to find this article

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Human Rights Campaign president: "HRC has done wrong by the transgender community"

brujita-morena:

gaywrites:

Chad Griffin, president of the Human Rights Campaign, gave a powerful, almost shocking keynote speech at the Southern Comfort Conference in Atlanta this week. In the speech, he apologized for the organization’s past mistreatment of transgender people.

Griffin also announced HRC’s renewed commitment to trans equality, including a fully inclusive antidiscrimination bill, tackling antitrans violence, pushing for equal bathroom and public accommodations access, and opposing the “womyn-born-womyn” policy at the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival. 

The link above includes the full speech, but here’s an excerpt:

So I am here today, at Southern Comfort, to deliver a message. I deliver it on behalf of HRC, and I say it here in the hopes that it will eventually be heard by everyone who is willing to hear it.

HRC has done wrong by the transgender community in the past, and I am here to formally apologize.

I am sorry for the times when we stood apart when we should have been standing together.

Even more than that, I am sorry for the times you have been underrepresented or unrepresented by this organization.

What happens to trans people is absolutely central to the LGBT struggle. And as the nation’s largest LGBT civil rights organization, HRC has a responsibility to do that struggle justice, or else we are failing at our fundamental mission.

I came here today in the hopes that we can begin a new chapter together. But I also came here to tell you the truth. We’re an organization that is evolving. We may make mistakes. We may stumble. But what we do promise is to work with you sincerely, diligently, with a grand sense of urgency, listening and learning every step of the way.

And I also want to be clear that I’m not asking you to be the ones to take the first leap of faith. That’s our job. My mom taught me that respect isn’t given, it’s earned.

Read the whole thing. Holy crap. 

Woah.

…Whoah.
Let’s see if they follow it up with action.

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Anonymous asked: am i still asexual? ive never been interested in sex but the other day i was forced to do it so does that mean im not asexual anymore?

asexualfactoftheday:

grayace-blog:

asexualfactoftheday:

WHOA. First of all, Serious Questions go over to Asexual Science. Secondly, your joke skills are not up to par if this is not serious. Thirdly, your sexual activity in no way affects your sexual orientation.

Last, here is the website for RAINN, and 

1.800.656.HOPE

is their number. Stay safe, friends.

I feel that this needs to be expanded on just a bit for the asker. Not that I’m doubting AceFact’s skills in doing so, I just feel there needs to be more said.

You are asexual for as long as that identifies what you feel inside. No act of sex or intimacy can every change that; only you can. There are plenty of asexuals who have sex as a normal thing, too; this is all up to personal preference and comfort level.

Speaking of which, if you were ‘forced’ into having sex, that is NOT okay and dearest, whoever you are, if you don’t want it, you give them ‘no’ for an answer. If they don’t take it, you run like hell. Don’t let anyone tell you that you have to do something like that if you don’t want it or you don’t feel comfortable. Look out for yourself, and make sure that you are aware of your desires. This was not your fault at all, if this isn’t some kind of joke. Please take a look at that phone number that AceFacts posted if you need immediate help.

^^^^^

(friendly reminder that Katie is super great)

AND a reminder that if anyone ever forces you to have sex anyway, in any form (coercion, physical force, manipulation, ETC)
1) they are actual shit
2) IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT
3) no matter what you do, did, did not do, or will not do, it’s not your fault

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Anonymous asked: Can you all just stick to doing what your url implies and give advice to aces? I did not follow for SJW shit.

warningstandbygo:

asexualadvice:

NO.

If you don’t like it, unfollow right now.

EVERYTHING is interconneted. Asexual issues are not just asexual issues. Asexual issues are part of the larger queer community as well. And asexual issues are intertwined with other topics: gender, race, ability level, physical health, mental health, etc.

We will never stop commenting on issues of intersectionality, privilege, and oppression. So if that’s not your cup of tea, leave.

-Becca/Southpaw

So, today has been an interesting day over on the asexualadvice blog, so I’m just going to take a moment to share this reply and give my kudos to the mods (particularly southpawscopic and nolivingunderstarlight, since they were the ones fielding the responses).

If you don’t believe in the concept of privilege and oppression, I strongly suggest that you take a Gender and Women’s Studies course and educate yourself, because privilege and oppression are HUGE issues in our modern day world and culture, and sources of SO MUCH CONFLICT. I’m not one to talk politics, I tend to AVOID it at ALL COSTS because it makes me severely anxious most of the time, but this? This needs to be talked about.

The concept of intersectionality is a HUGE DEAL. HUGE. DEAL. And this reply from Southie highlights just why it is so important that the asexualadvice blog does so well at what they do, which is that the mods are actively aware of the intersectional nature of our world - that is, they acknowledge that privilege is not equally given or taken, and identify that the world is more complex than we can easily identify in just a few words.

So telling them to stick to giving advice to people who identify as asexual? Means telling them to keep doing EXACTLY what they are doing. They are helping, on their own time, SO many people to learn how to exist in a world that is unfair to them, and I’m sorry if you don’t like that, but they are doing a DAMN good job of it. They are giving up THEIR time to help others, and doing it in such a way that shows that they are sensitive to the fact that this is not an easy world to live in. Their advice goes beyond “am I asexual” and helps people to navigate complex issues, and if you don’t like that, there are other blogs out there, other people who offer advice to asexuals that you can follow.

But I choose to follow them because they don’t shy away from the truth, and that is important to me. And so to ALL the mods, thank you. I’m proud of you and the work that you do, and I’m glad that for all the people speaking out, there are a dozen more of us out here who appreciate you and all you do.

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IT’S BACK

I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS AGAIN FOR MONTHS

I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW

ITS BACK 

This is one of those posts that you need to save and tag or you’ll never see it again for 84 years.

Whoever drew this is an amazing person and I love them.

What in hell

I feel like ill never see the large version of this post ever again

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