song against sex


You went all Zaboo on my Codex there :|

To whom it may concern:

It really bothers me how you think it’s funny when I get mad at something I believe is injustice, and how you never take me seriously, and how you accuse me of being asexual because I’m repressing my desire for you. Using asexuality as a CRUTCH?! Get over yourself.

So you’ll out me as non-hetero in an unsupportive environment, say you “don’t want to preach to me,” then offer sage advice like…

  • “It could be sisterly love.”
  • Maybe it’s your “sheltered life with just work or school all time.”
  • “Maybe you just need to spend more time with the Lord.”
  • Maybe it’s “a lack of social interaction.”
  • “It could be a mental thing.”

Oh yeah, I see how it works.

Too bad. We’re not the same person. Don’t think we are.

Bye. I can’t promise we’ll talk much anymore.

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Day 8: What do you think the closet or being closeted means to you?
June 30, 2010, 11:49 pm
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Closets are for hiding, for repression, for secrets, for smothering. Closets are dark and lacking in fresh air. Closets are said to be full of monsters. And moths. Closets are for making out in, not for living in. I’m a much bigger fan of living out in the open where you can breathe fresh air and share the sunlight with your fellow human beings.

You can read the full challenge here on Fuck Yeah LGBT. :)



Day 5: Thoughts regarding inner turmoil about your sexuality; Did you have any? Did it escalate to self-injury or suicidal thoughts?
June 27, 2010, 11:23 pm
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Well, a reaction asexuals tend to get a lot is that we must be repressed. Something bad must have happened to us when we were tiny, and we’re repressing our sexuality to avoid dealing with it. While that’s true in some cases [of the human experience—it has nothing to do with your little blip on the sexuality spectrum], I know that I personally felt repressed before I discovered asexuality as an orientation. I knew I wasn’t having these experiences that were supposed to be normal, these experiences that all of my friends were having. I tried to make myself have fantasies or some kind of drive. When I learned it’s legit, there are more aces out there, and we’re not insane, I felt much more comfortable with myself. I don’t deny part of myself anymore. So the inner turmoil: It was there, I went through phases of being troubled about it—although never anywhere near that level; but it completely vanished the weekend I Googled “asexuality.”

You can read the full challenge here on Fuck Yeah LGBT. :)