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Asexual/Allosexual Relationships and Sex [ Warning to friends/family/others: I’m going to discuss my sex life below. If that’s TMI for you, I suggest not reading this. ] After reading...
View Article#1575 – Opening the Gates of “Queer”
After I commented on MyBeautifulMachine’s post “Allegiances, Language, and Space,” he asked me to write a guest post about identity policing and the term “queer”. I can only speak to my experience in...
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Alice rolled over in the dark, reaching automatically for Muffy’s warm body; when her hands felt only cold sheets on the other side of the bed, she sat up with a frown. By the dim light of...
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Get ready for some word vomit, ’cause I’m thinking about labels. About the people who say we shouldn’t use them. “Labels are for soup cans” and all of that. Um… no? Labels are descriptors. “Short hair...
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if they hit you turn the other cheek and ask them to brand it if they burn you lift up your arm and ask them to cut it if they kick you bare your throat and ask them to crush it because the price to...
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I can handle the mud-slinging (even if there are rocks mixed in) the broken bones from sticks and stones (though words do carry a bite) because even though I’m not that strong what if there is someone...
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The goddesses who have sought me out are so different from me. Bast and Inanna both are goddesses of love, of sensuality and sexuality, of hot desert days and cold desert nights. What do these aspects...
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“Invitation (to Leave)” If you are a biggot, get out. If you are a biggot, a racist, a bully, A troll-er, a trash-er, a happiness bash-er… If you’re proud of ignorance, well hey, there’s the door, Go...
View Article#1609 – Marriage Equality
victory achieved so today we celebrate tomorrow we fight I could weep for joy right now, or scream, or dance (but I’m at work so I won’t). Marriage equality is now the law of the land, and though I’m...
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#SaveHannibal queer platonic love with a side order of blood so save Hannibal!Filed under: asexuality, other, poetry
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Roses are red violets are blue; defining who’s queer is not up to you. [ Okay, this is kind of a toss-away poem, but it’s been popular on my Tumblr so I figured, why not post it here for Asexuality...
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Asexuality and Paganism (for May 2016’s Carnival of Aces) Standing in the Kemetic section of Crescent Moon Gifts, I waivered. On the shelf before me was a beautiful statue of Bast, lithe form poised to...
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Asexuality, Spirituality, and Queerness (for May 2016’s Carnival of Aces) When I was a kid, I had very strong opinions about romance and sex, and those opinions basically boiled down to GROSS. Romance...
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What makes something brave? Is bravery in the action, or in the intent behind the action? I don’t think I’m brave. I’m white and attractive and middle-class. My parents loved me and I have no student...
View Article#1779
I am not the enemy just because I’m tired of invisibility; I am not an intruder just because I’m sick of your slander; I am not an oppressor just because you think my pain is lesser; I am not your...
View Article#1789
Hi, friends. Let’s talk about hate blogs. The Forty-two Ideals of Ma’at. The Rule of Three. The Ten Commandments. Karma. There are a lot of tenets in a lot of belief systems, both religious and...
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What’s in a name? That which we call Rosa by any other name would smell as sweet. And yet we give each of a hundred species a name and a name to each of a thousand cultivars. Would you deny Rosa...
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I wonder if, even years later, long after she had woken and all the kingdom was freed from its terrible spell, Sleeping Beauty still felt the thorns creeping back. I wonder if forever after True Love’s...
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Sometimes it feels like I am under a spell, as if when I was sixteen I unknowingly pricked my finger and fell into a slumber from which there can be no waking. Like Sleeping Beauty, I feel trapped...
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good for you, fang-face and your happy fucking ending and your hard-won heartbeat no, really, I’m happy; at least as a human you’re not a metaphor for everything I’ll never be cause man, how...
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I find myself suddenly very bothered by the phrase “special snowflake”. I never liked it, nor the sentiment behind it, but I have recently been gnashing my metaphorical teeth over it. What bothers me...
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February 2017 Carnival of Aces: Resistance, Activism, & Self-Care When I started my Tumblr blog Still-a-Valid-Ace, I did so on a whim with no thought to where it might go in the future; to be...
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“Triskaidekaphobia” numbers betray me: the number of ways in which I have or have not the number of ways in which I will or will not the number of ways in which I am or am not the number of ways in...
View Article#1932
chronic weeping wound here is your measure of salt with rot come the wolvesFiled under: asexuality, poetry
View Article#1940
Do you ever experience a piece of media – a book, a song, a movie – and get hit with the knowledge that this thing would have totally spoken to your younger self? That if you had experienced it at,...
View Article#1973
I want to love you but you make it so hard we fight over everything and you cry so fucking much can you please get a hold of yourself? I want to love you but you make it so hard you’re cold and...
View Article#1992
Can asexuals feel love? Fun fact: no, we can’t! I’m just a monster with a barbaric heart. In some states it’s legal to shoot me on sight; in others you need a permit. I’ve been waiting for someone to...
View Article#2003
Open Relationships, Or: That Time I Told My Girlfriend to “Go Pro” [ If you’re a family member or friend and don’t want to know anything about our sexual activities, I suggest not reading this post. ]...
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Odd Woman Out, or: Sex-Repulsion and Queer Media If you spend any time around me, either online or offline, you know I am out and proud. I wear a rainbow bracelet every day; my purse has a button that...
View Article#2099
I was the good doctor’s failed first attempt; the electricity ran through my dead flesh but never jolted the rotten cells back to life and so I remained a disappointing patchwork corpse. He tried to...
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