Honestly being asexual is so hard sometimes. It feels like the entire world is in on some joke you just don’t get. You’re surrounded by media talking about sparks and uncontrollable desire and all the rest of it and you just keep waiting for the punch line because either everyone must be lying and exaggerating or you’re missing something which everyone says is a vital part of their lives and the be all or end all and you just feel confused and empty.
And being ace and suffering mental illness just makes it harder because you wonder if you really are ace or your numbness to the world has spread to your sexuality.
There needs to be more representation to validate our experiences because this confusion and self-doubt is horrible.
“And being ace and suffering mental illness just makes it harder because you wonder if you really are ace or your numbness to the world has spread to your sexuality. ”
You know, if they get on with a RoL tv series anytime soon it’s possible that a show about a brilliant young black man who solves problems with science, his Nazi-tank-destroying boss, his second-generation immigrant local goddess girlfriend, his former political refugee Somali hijabi co-worker, and their other queer and non-white colleagues fighting a rich white prick who espouses white supremacy might be seen as slightly too on-the-nose for the current state of world affairs, but I think that’s exactly what we need right now.
everything about this is fucking hilarious. i’m sorry, random pompeii man, but your death was some looney tunes bullshit and the framing of this photograph isn’t helping.